《Death King Karnak》 Chapter 1: Prologue Chapter 1: Prologue I was the one who controlled death. It took me 100 years to realize. To live like a human being, one should not dominate such things. *** It was a grand and magnificent palace. Endless rows of golden pillars, a marble hall spread out below them, elegant paintings and decorations on every wall, and intricately crafted statues. Yet, there were no people who should have been here. No king, no queen, no prince, no princess, not even a single servant or attendant. Or rather, to be precise, there was a king. There were servants and attendants too. It''s just that they were not human. A large golden throne illuminated by the faint moonlight. On it sat a skeleton draped in a black robe, muttering to itself. "Why did I do that...?" With a deep sigh. "Ah, why the hell did I do that...?" Sighing again, he slouched his shoulders and gave a hollow smile. A smile that was not human, but that of a skeleton. "No, it''s not that I don''t know why I did it. It was inevitable." Though there was no one to hear, the skeleton, the Death King Karnak, continued to speak to himself and stared blankly at his own hand. "Ugh..." A blue aura gathered around the thin bones, forming a human-like hand. A hand imbued with the power to split the sea and shake the sky with a single swing. The human form began to emerge from the skull as well. A pale, blue human face sighed. "Has it already been 70 years since I became like this? Wow, time really flies." Leaning against the throne, the Death King Karnak maintained a hollow smile. "Though it sometimes feels like it''s crawling by." *** Karnak first encountered the forbidden art of necromancy about 100 years ago. Born as the illegitimate child of a fallen noble family and raised in contempt, he reached out to the forbidden arts to survive, and fortune¡ªor misfortune¡ªgranted him power. In exchange, he departed from the path of humanity. He fought against endlessly advancing enemies, sometimes striking first, killing and killing the innocent, living the life of a malevolent necromancer. The world hated him even more for becoming like a demon. The Central Lacaenia Empire, the Western Seven Kingdoms Alliance, the Eastern Verus Federation, and even the churches that served the Great Seven Goddesses. The entire continent was his enemy. Even while facing the whole world, Karnak did not retreat. Using the immense power of death, he turned his attacking enemies into undead, expanding his power even further. The war continued to grow. The living hell of the dead walking the world of the living spread across the continent. Soon, he became known as the Death King, an absolute evil that humanity could not tolerate. Finally, even the last bastion of humanity fell. The greatest warriors of mankind, the Four Martial King, and the three Archmages whose power reached the heavens were defeated and became subjects of the Death King. Eventually, even the world''s guardian, the Dragon Emperor Grateria, made an appearance. Indeed, the Dragon Emperor was powerful. So powerful that even Karnak, who had committed every taboo, found no answer. It was only natural. What could a mere human, who had relied only on underhanded means, do against the most powerful of the dragon, Dragon Emperor? Reluctantly, he resorted to the worst forbidden arts he had been postponing until the end. He transformed himself into the ultimate transcendent being, ''Astra Spiritus,'' surpassing even the greatest undead like Death Knight and Arch Lich. Thus, Karnak had completely forsaken his humanity. With what he lost, the price was high. After three days of battle, Grateria lost his status as the Dragon Emperor and became the Lich Dragon Grateria, a loyal slave to the Death King. Karnak, who had nothing special about him except for being from a low-ranking noble family. A mere human, without the bloodline of a hero or the power of a god, had defeated special heroes and divine powers and risen to the top position. The world became entirely his. "Yeah, it''s all good. It''s a happy ending. Everything''s great, but..." Gazing once again at his own hand, Karnak let out a deep sigh. "What can I do with this body of bones?" Gold, silver, beautiful women, musical instruments, every luxury and pleasure imaginable to humanity. None of it means anything now. All human sensations have vanished from this dead flesh. "I want to feel..." He wants to taste. He wants to feel human warmth. He wants to experience the gentle breeze and the warm sunlight. No, he''d even prefer to feel pain. Even the delicate skin that would be pierced by a blade and cause excruciating pain would be better than these dry, lifeless bones. "...Eh, well, honestly, that''s not quite right. No matter what, numbness is better than pain. What am I, a pampered noble whining about nonsense?" Quickly changing his tune, Karnak chuckled. Nevertheless, it''s true that he misses the sensation. It''s funny; he didn''t realize its value when he had it, but now that it''s gone, it feels unbearably frustrating. "There''s a reason why others say not to do certain things. Everyone despises necromancy, calling it taboo and forbidden." There''s no joy in living. There''s no driving force to continue life. And yet, the thought of suicide is equally unappealing. "Death is still frightening." He thought that becoming numb would make him lose his fear of death, but it wasn''t quite like that. He wants to enjoy life, not forget the pain of dying. All that comes out are sighs. "Is that the only thing I can rely on?" Karnak glanced over his shoulder at the throne. A tall, crimson monument stood there, pulsating with strange lights. His eyes brightened. "To think that if it succeeds..." To be precise, it''s not his eyes that brightened. His eyes had long since rotted away. It''s just that the eyes made of spiritual energy flashed through the hollow sockets of his skull. "...there might be hope." S§×ar?h the n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. *** A long corridor shrouded in somber darkness, unlit by sunlight. A towering knight, standing at 2 meters tall, walked down the hallway. Though he might seem human at a glance, he was not. His pale skin, covered in thick muscles, had no warmth. Breathing was unnecessary, and his eyes did not blink. This was clear evidence that he was not alive. The second-in-command of the Empire of the Dead, Necropia. A warrior who defeated three of the four great martial kings and rose to become the commander-in-chief of the Death Corps. The most trusted aide of the Death King, Karnak, even before Karnak had become a necromancer. Death Knight Lord, Baros, suddenly turned to look behind him. Another Death Knight, solid but comparatively lean, was following him. Baros asked, "Why did he suddenly call for me, Sir Laven?" The Death Knight Laven responded politely, "How would I know the deep intentions of the Lord, Sir Baros?" Baros gave a wry smile. "You always use similar lines. It was better when you were alive." Laven Strauss, one of the four great martial kings and the pinnacle of all swordsmen in the past, bowed his head again with respect. "Everything is as the Lord wills." "Well, it can''t be helped since you''re not the same as before." Baros continued walking, leaving Laven behind. Finally, his steps reached the entrance of a vast hall. Entering the hall and kneeling, Baros respectfully spoke, "To the Lord of all the dead, the ruler of life and death, the conqueror of the continent, the great Death King Karnak..." The skeleton on the throne waved his hand dismissively. "Ah, enough of that." "Huh? No need for formalities?" Baros tilted his head in confusion. Karnak, propping his chin, grumbled. "What''s the point of all the formalities? Is anyone going to look down on me if I don''t follow them?" Those with absolute power are often indifferent to etiquette. Even if he has the power to instill manners on the spot, it''s more convenient not to create such situations in the first place. Nevertheless, Baros maintained formalities because even the undead of Necropia, who were loyal to Karnak, were still somewhat influenced by their past customs. Even if he could enforce etiquette instantly, wouldn''t it be easier not to create the need for it at all? ''Wait, does this mean you''re saying I don''t need to be formal anymore?'' This means there is no longer a need to rule over the undead. "Oh, could it be?" Baros used an old title he had used for Karnak since his human days. "Did you succeed, young master?" Karnak puffed out his chest with pride. "Yes, it seems to have worked." "Oh my." Baros''s gaze shifted to the back of the throne. Looking at the large crimson monument, he asked with suspicion, "Are you sure it''s working properly? You''ve had failures all along." *** From the beginning, Karnak hadn''t been lamenting the loss of his humanity. World domination, putting all things under his control. The pleasure of being a ruler was immense. The problem was that this pleasure didn''t last long. What''s the point of having absolute power if you can''t enjoy it? That''s why high-level undead like liches often develop extremely sadistic tendencies. They derive vicarious satisfaction from abusing and torturing others, enjoying their pain. Unfortunately, Karnak didn''t have such sadistic inclinations. "Someone else''s pain is just that¡ªsomeone else''s pain. Why should it make me happy? I''m not some antisocial empathy-disordered person." Baros interjected. "Not at all? Considering what you''ve done so far..." "Oh, I was just struggling to survive, and that''s how it turned out." "I''m sure those who''ve died at your hands would find that quite comforting." "...Be quiet." Anyway, for that reason, Karnak had tried various methods. The first thing he attempted was possession. Honestly, he didn''t need to live as a human being all day long. He just needed to feel sensations when needed, for as long as necessary, right? So, he captured many living human slaves, tried to erase their souls, and take over their bodies. "...And yet you''re not an antisocial empathy-disordered person?" "Be quiet, Baros." Sadly, the attempt failed. Karnak''s spiritual energy, now as the ultimate transcendent being, Astra Spiritus, was too great. Possession was out of the question; even just touching the soul''s fingertips would shatter the physical body. ''Is temporarily occupying another''s body truly impossible?'' So, this time, he aimed for reincarnation. From the beginning, he gathered carefully selected infants to find a body most suitable for his soul and attempted to inhabit it. The results were better than possession. At least he managed to get as far as one leg. Compared to just the fingertips, it was significant progress. Of course, it was still a limit. He tried many other methods. Stealing others'' sensations or finding various ways for an undead to pursue pleasure. It was all useless. Undead like wraiths, who absorb souls to experience pleasure, and vampires, who gain pleasure through sucking blood. The commonality among these undead is that their pleasure comes with side effects. They have deficiencies that they try to fill in, gaining pleasure in the process. For Karnak, now the ultimate transcendent being, Astra Spiritus, there was no such deficiency. Without deficiencies, there was nothing to fill. Without anything to fill, there was no pleasure. He was in despair. Did he have to continue living without dying? There was no joy in living? While he was wasting his time, a sudden thought occurred to him. The reason he couldn''t experience human pleasure was that he wasn''t human. The reason he wasn''t human was that he had become the ultimate transcendent being. ''Then, I just need to not be Astra Spiritus anymore.'' He continued his research to lose the power he possessed. Finally, he found the answer. ''I need to return to my human days.'' His human days. The time when he wasn''t the enemy of the world or the target of all the living''s hatred. When he was just an illegitimate child of a low-ranking noble, holding only vague resentment toward the world. ''I will turn back time!'' The result was the crimson monument behind the throne, a manifestation of darkness that transcends time. Karnak proclaimed triumphantly, "The most powerful necromancer in human history, having pursued his research with the most desperate of desires. If I fail even now, it means that no one else could accomplish it!" Baros snorted as if he had been waiting for this. "That''s only because you''re the only necromancer in human history who''s done it properly, isn''t it? You need a comparison to be called the greatest..." Necromancy was an ancient forbidden art left behind by unknown ancient races before the invention of writing. It was later considered the most forbidden of all, with no one able to master it properly. Only second-rate practitioners who foolishly pursued power and ended up being killed existed. Naturally, Karnak was the strongest necromancer in human history. "Well, it''s not an incorrect statement..." The skull sitting on the throne clicked its jaw. "Baros, if you weren''t a loyal subject who grew up with me, I would have severed your head long ago." "That''s why I''m so bold with you. Do you think you''d feel at ease if you cut off my head?" "Ah, just words." Karnak rose from the throne. He approached the crimson monument and muttered. "Anyway, let''s go, Baros." Baros also approached the monument and began examining the dark red surface. "If this succeeds, when will we return? Are we starting from infancy again?" "It won''t be like that. There needs to be at least some common ground." Since it involves bending time with mana of darkness, there must be a shared point of contact with the time being reached. Karnak continued wistfully. "It will be the moment when I first stepped into necromancy. The exact moment when I first harnessed the mana of darkness." "So, we''re returning to the moment I became a Death Knight? The timelines won''t match, will they?" "You''re just hitching a ride with me, aren''t you? We''ll return to the same timeline." "Oh, I see." With a still skeptical expression, Baros continued to examine the monument. Then he suddenly asked, "What happens if we fail?" "We''ll be obliterated." "Obliteration is not something you speak of so casually." "Why? Are you still attached to your current life?" Baros chuckled hollowly. The second-in-command of the world''s greatest empire. An immortal body with superhuman powers. Was he attached to all of this? "No, I''m not." Indeed, he had no pleasure in life either. "Well, it''s a risk worth taking. There''s nothing to lose." With a relaxed expression, Baros placed his hand on the monument. "Let''s go, young master." "Right." Karnak also placed his skeletal hand on the monument. The crimson monument began to emit a massive darkness. "Let''s return. To the time when we lived as humans." Chapter 2 - 1: Something feels strange (1) Chapter 2: Chapter 1: Something feels strange (1) The first thing Karnak saw when he opened his eyes was a clumsy-looking young man in his twenties with blond hair. ''...Who is this? Somehow, he looks familiar.'' As Karnak pondered, a familiar voice reached his ears. "Excuse me, are you the young master?" He remembered who it was. "Ah, it''s Baros." The young man in front of him was his loyal subordinate before he became a Death Knight, back when he was still young. "Things feel different from what I expected." Baros blinked and looked dazed. "Hello, my present self... A new life unfolds now... I expected my mind to grow hazy... something like that." Karnak didn''t bother to scold him. "Yeah, to be honest, I thought the same." Who would''ve thought that everything would completely change the moment he closed and reopened his eyes? It was so sudden that it didn''t feel real at all. "Bring me a mirror. I want to see myself." "Talk about a mirror. There''s no way we could have such an expensive item at this point in time, could we?" If Karnak were still the King of Death who ruled over the world, a mirror would be a common, cheap item. But as an illegitimate child of a provincial noble right now, it was a luxury he couldn''t afford. Instead, Baros checked his face for him. "Don''t worry. You''re exactly as you were at 20, young master. Lean build, black hair, black eyes, and that arrogant expression¡ªall the same." "...Was my impression that bad?" "That''s why I told you to try smiling more often. For someone as handsome as you, you always had a look of constant dissatisfaction with the world. Tsk, tsk." Karnak smiled warmly. "At least some things haven''t changed." Even after returning to the past, Baros was still very much Baros. "You''re still as cheeky as ever." And he had kept this cheeky subordinate by his side for over 100 years. At this point, he was too used to it to get upset. "Yeah, I was quite dissatisfied with the world when I was younger." Karnak looked around. The place where the two were standing was a dimly lit cave. A small table was set against one wall, with a single book open on it. The only source of light was the flickering flame of a small candle. Picking up the book that looked more like a notebook full of scribbles, Karnak muttered to himself. "Here it is, the beginning of everything." He had found this ancient book by chance deep within his family''s storage. Though calling it an ancient book was generous¡ªit wasn''t even a proper book. It was a crude notebook, scribbled in chaotic handwriting with no title. It wasn''t a formally published book but rather something someone had jotted down for personal use. However, it was the knowledge from this book that allowed him to first walk the path of necromancy. "Shall I give it a try...?" Muttering to himself, Karnak snapped his fingers. A tiny flame the size of a fingernail appeared and began to grow, engulfing the old book and turning it to ashes. Fwoosh! The fire quickly reduced the book to ashes and then died down. "My command over necromancy at this point is about this level," Karnak nodded in approval. "As expected. This is just about where I was when I first started learning necromancy, so it makes sense." Baros, who had been watching, flinched and asked in surprise. "What?! Is it okay to burn that?" "I already have everything in my head, so why not?" The book itself didn''t contain any special mana of darkness. It was just a regular book with knowledge written down in it. "It wasn''t even advanced knowledge, just basic necromancy." The reason Karnak had become the most powerful necromancer in the world was that he traveled far and wide, continuously gathering ancient knowledge. It wasn''t as if reading this one book instantly made him a top-tier necromancer. "That''s why I had to burn it. After all, this book was what allowed me to begin learning necromancy." If it had allowed him to start, it could allow someone else, perhaps someone unexpected, to begin as well. And if anyone found out he had this book, the best-case scenario would be getting hanged. Worst case? Burned at the stake. "It''s not something I need anymore, so there''s no point in leaving behind potential trouble." After brushing off the ashes, he turned his gaze outside the cave. In the distance, he could see a faint, almost shimmering light. "Shall we go outside for now?" *** Karnak screamed. "Ugh!" Baros was also horrified. "W-what is this?" An overwhelming light was pouring down on them from above! It was a terrifying amount of brightness, as if it could set the entire world on fire! Baros mumbled in a daze. "Ah, it''s that." "Huh?" "The sunlight." "Come to think of it, this is what the sun used to be like, right?" The two of them looked around with dazed expressions. Soon, their eyes adjusted, and they could properly see the world. It was, of course, only natural. They were no longer undead but fully human again, so there was no reason for sunlight to feel like the flames of hell. In reality, it was just a few seconds of mild discomfort for their eyes. The panic they felt was more about their emotional reaction than anything else. But their excitement wasn''t over yet. "Oh!" "The sunlight feels warm, young master!" "The smell of grass! I can smell grass!" "And I can smell dirt too!" The sensory experiences that every human naturally feels and takes for granted were hitting the two of them like a tidal wave. Karnak and Baros were moved to tears. And the fact that they could cry brought them even more joy. "Look, Baros! Tears! I''m crying!" "I have snot coming out too!" "And I''m even drooling!" "At this rate, could we even pee?" "Of course we can! We''re back to being human!" "...Let''s stop with the gross talk here." In any case, they had regained it all. They had regained a real body¡ªone that could feel sensations, emotions, and be moved. In exchange, they had lost their absolute power. No longer were they the greatest necromancer in human history or the most powerful Death Knight. "Ah, who needs that kind of thing!" Karnak shouted. "Exactly! Having that doesn''t make you happy anyway!" Facing his long-time loyal servant, Karnak declared: "This time, let''s live like real people!" *** In a small forest on a low hill, two men walked along a sunlit path between the green trees under the summer sky. Both were dressed in simple, somewhat shabby travel clothes. The young man with disheveled blond hair suddenly placed his hand on his forehead and looked up at the sky. "The weather''s nice." The handsome young man with smooth black hair responded absentmindedly. "Yeah, the weather really is nice." The sun blazed down, and the sand sparkled. It was undeniably a fresh and warm day. "...Isn''t it a bit too hot, though?" "The sweat is making me irritated." "Yeah, it''s oddly annoying, this whole feeling thing." The black-haired young man, Karnak, sighed deeply. "I didn''t know that a living body could be this annoying." It had been half a day since they packed up and left the cave to hit the road. They were hot and irritated, hungry and irritated, thirsty and irritated. The initial thrill of having regained their senses had quickly faded, and now Karnak found himself missing the powers he had left behind. So this is what people mean when they say the human heart is fickle. S§×arch* The novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Well, there''s no turning back now, so we''ll just have to get used to it." Grumbling, Baros unfolded the map. "It should be about time to reach Darha Village..." Comparing the map to the surrounding landscape, he scratched his head in frustration. "It''s been so long, I can''t remember anything." They had gone back over 100 years. It would be stranger if he did remember. "Still, there should be a tavern or something, right? It''s a village on the main road." "Of course, that''s why my past self chose this place." At this point in time, Karnak had just secretly left his family to learn necromancy. It was the period when he had hidden away in a cave deep in the forest to avoid prying eyes, spending a few months learning the mana of darkness. "Judging by my current mana level, it''s probably been a couple of months since I first gained my necromancy power." "So, it''s not exactly the moment you first sensed necromancy power?" "Going back 100 years is bound to cause that much of an error." Even while mastering necromancy, they still needed to eat, and it was difficult to find food or supplies in such a remote area with no visitors. That''s why Karnak had chosen the hills near Darha Village. Darha Village was located along the central trade route of the Kingdom of Yustil. It was a trade town with inns, restaurants, and shops for merchants passing through. Karnak often sent Baros to buy necessities there. "Now that I think about it, it''s starting to come back to me." Baros, who had been mumbling, suddenly lit up. "Wait, does this mean we can finally enjoy some rich wine and juicy beef now?" Karnak, trying hard to ignore the starry-eyed look in his servant''s eyes, made a sad expression. "There''s no way Darha Village has fancy restaurants." Even if there was such a restaurant, they couldn''t afford it anyway. "We don''t have any money." "True, we were poor, weren''t we?" Baros casually lifted the small pouch at his waist. "It''s pretty heavy, but that''s only because it''s full of coins." This era''s Karnak had no connection to higher-quality currencies like silver coins. Gold coins? He''d only ever seen them from a distance a few times. Karnak let out a deep sigh. "What good is being born into a noble family? They''re completely bankrupt." And to make matters worse, he was the despised illegitimate child of this ruined family. He still vividly remembered scraping together small change for this secret journey. Even though it was over 100 years ago, that memory was still fresh in his mind. "That''s why I went crazy trying to learn necromancy, right? Now I really feel like I''m back." As they walked, Karnak reminisced about the past. "Come to think of it, I''m going to have to see my parents and my two older brothers again, aren''t I? Ugh, I really don''t want to." "Ugh, I don''t like that idea either," Baros grimaced. Being from a ruined family, Karnak''s relatives were particularly harsh toward him. An illegitimate child was inherently a source of conflict. If the family had been more well-off, they might have shown a bit of tolerance, but Karnak''s brothers were struggling to take care of themselves. Naturally, they vented their frustrations on Karnak whenever they could. Of course, back then, Karnak had also ground his teeth every time he had to deal with them. Would he be able to stay calm when he saw his brothers again? Thinking of the past, Baros looked worried. "Anyway, let''s get something to eat. We''ll think about it after we eat first." At Karnak''s suggestion, Baros'' face lit up. They still needed to save enough money for the trip back home, but they could at least afford a meal. "I completely agree, young master!" Chapter 3 - 2: Something feels strange (2) Chapter 3: Chapter 2: Something feels strange (2) A small inn at the entrance of Darha Village. On the first floor of the inn, which also served meals, a few merchants were having lunch. However, not many of them were focusing solely on their meals. This was because two rather peculiar individuals were among the customers. "Oh! Ohhhh!" "S-So good!" "Argh, is this what they call ''taste''?" "Yes, this is exactly what ''boiling'' means!" Two grown men had only ordered two loaves of barley bread and a bowl of mixed stew, yet they were looking at it with such reverence as if they were performing some kind of ritual. Every time they took a bite, they made a huge fuss. Naturally, to the other customers, they appeared to be mentally unstable. ''What the hell is up with those guys?'' ''Why are they acting like that?'' ''Did they starve for three days or something?'' ''If they were that hungry, they should be devouring their food, not taking one bite at a time and putting on that show!'' While the other customers whispered among themselves, the two young men''s strange behavior didn''t stop. Moments later, when the innkeeper brought out two mugs of ale, they even started to shed tears. "Ah! Young master, this!" "Alcohol!" "Argh! I feel like I might faint just from the smell!" It wasn''t some legendary wine. It was just regular ale brewed at the village brewery. And even then, the best quality was already sent off to the lord, so this was the low-grade stuff that was left. Their reaction after downing it was quite the spectacle. "Ahhh!" "I feel like I could risk my life for just one more sip of this..." "You already did risk your life, young master." After watching the two tremble after drinking just one sip of ale, the customers came to a conclusion. ''These poor fools are crazy.'' ''Let''s just ignore them.'' Regardless of the reactions around them, Karnak and Baros were utterly content. It was the first food they''d tasted in decades. Each bite brought a wave of extreme pleasure. They felt as though no greater happiness could possibly exist. ...Or so they thought! "Here you go, your dish is ready!" Suddenly, a dish of stir-fried chicken, giving off an unbelievable aroma, was placed at the table right next to them! "Ha! They serve chicken here?" "This is a high-class restaurant, isn''t it?" No matter how active the trade routes were, beef and pork were rare luxuries, something only seen during festivals; even with money, it wasn''t easy to get them. However, chicken was somewhat acceptable. You could raise them in the backyard and twist their necks regularly for a meal. Of course, that doesn''t mean chicken is cheap enough to eat whenever you want. The fact that they could serve chicken just by paying for it meant that this village was quite prosperous and had a significant number of people passing through. Yes, as long as you had the money... The two men began to whisper to each other. ''If we could drink ale with that chicken dish, it would be perfect!'' ''How much do you think it costs?'' It was obvious that this wasn''t something you could buy with just a handful of coins. Those customers were probably travelers of quite high status. Even their clothes didn''t look ordinary. At that moment, Karnak''s eyes darted around. ''Should we just kill them all and take it?'' ''Like a human being, young master. Human beings.'' To be honest, even if they abandoned their resolve to live like human beings, it was impossible. Baros pointed that out bluntly. ''What strength do we have now to kill all these people? We''d get beaten to death instead!'' ''R-right, of course.'' These two were no longer the Death King who ruled the world or the strongest Death Knight. With slumped shoulders, Baros opened the coin pouch to pay for the meal they had just eaten. ''Sigh, if only we had some money...'' And then. "Huh?" Suddenly, Baros''s eyes widened in surprise. "What''s wrong?" "Young master, something''s strange." "What is?" Baros cautiously looked around and then slipped his hand out of the pouch. Now, Karnak''s eyes also grew as big as the full moon. "What the...?" Between Baros''s fingers, a shiny silver coin gleamed brightly. "Why is that in there?" Quickly shoving the silver coin back into the pouch, Baros lowered his voice. ''It''s not just one.'' Baros discreetly showed Karnak the inside of the pouch so that others couldn''t see. ''There are more silver coins than copper ones.'' ''That can''t be right.'' In disbelief, Karnak also peeked inside the pouch. It was true. There were a lot of coins, but more than half of them were silver. ''Wait, you just now realized the contents of the pouch had changed? Didn''t you check it even once on the way here?'' ''Why would I check when I already knew what was inside?'' ''As a servant, you should be checking things like that!'' ''I was the second-in-command of Necropia until this morning, you know? I haven''t been a servant for 100 years.'' For a moment, Karnak thought the pouch itself might have been switched, but that wasn''t the case. The family crest was clearly engraved on the inside of the pouch. The only thing that differed was its contents from what he remembered. They kept exchanging whispers as they stared at each other. ''How much exactly did you pack for expenses back then?'' ''It''s been over 100 years; do you think I''d remember that?'' ''I do distinctly remember that we were so poor that we had to save every bit we could.'' Memories of hardship are not easily forgotten. ''There''s no way we had this much money back then.'' ''We did try to save diligently, though.'' ''...This isn''t just a matter of saving, is it?'' No matter how much you save, coins don''t magically merge into silver ones. ''What on earth is going on here?'' As Karnak stared at the silver coins filling the pouch, he felt a sudden sense of dread. It wasn''t just a matter of being happy about having money. Something was definitely wrong. ''Did I make some kind of mistake? Did I not actually return to the past? Did the time-space magic even work properly?'' His train of thought was interrupted by Baros''s next question. "Um, young master?" "Why?" "Does this mean we can eat chicken now?" The choice between the chicken in front of them and the mysterious dread was easily made. ''Forget it, let''s eat first and think later!'' Karnak called out loudly, "We''d like to place an order here!" *** They bit into the juicy chicken. "Wahaha!" Then they gulped down the ale. "Hehehe!" Eat, drink, eat, drink again. "Hahaha!" As they devoured the meal without a care, the two were filled with euphoria. Once they finally finished eating, Baros, feeling as relaxed as a bear about to hibernate, murmured contentedly. "Wow, I feel like I''m losing my mind." "I agree. Was meat always this good? I doubt even drugs could feel this good." "We actually tried it, remember? And it didn''t really do anything." "That''s because we were both undead at the time." In all the vast history of the continent, there''s no record of an undead being getting high. "Anyway, this is great..." Leaning back in his chair, Karnak muttered lazily. It''s to die for. It''s fantastic. It''s a happiness that could drive you insane. It was a pleasure worth giving up all power, authority, and glory for. But they couldn''t just indulge forever. "Alright, let''s pull ourselves together and think." Adjusting his posture, he turned his gaze back to the coin pouch. "How on earth did this happen?" Baros also became serious. "Could it be that our memories are wrong?" "You could remember 9 coins as 10 coins. But how could you possibly mistake 10 silver coins for 10 copper coins?" "Then could your magic have gone wrong, young master?" "How could space-time reversal magic possibly go wrong and turn copper coins into silver coins?" "...Maybe the fabric of space-time twisted, and it replaced our coins with silver ones?" S§×ar?h the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Karnak looked at him as if he were a complete fool. "Do you really think that makes sense?" Baros responded as if Karnak were even more foolish. "That''s for you to figure out, young master. What do you expect from an ignorant swordsman?" It was such a solid point that Karnak couldn''t argue and shut his mouth. Baros spoke in a more soothing tone. "Let''s just head back to our hometown for now. It''s not too late to assess the situation afterward, is it?" "That''s true." Karnak leaned back in his chair. The thought of returning, however, seemed overwhelming. It would take more than three days to walk back from this village of Darha to his family estate, the Jestarad Manor. "It''s going to be an exhausting journey. Ugh, when are we ever going to finish walking such a long distance...?" At Karnak''s complaint, Baros suddenly tilted his head in thought. "Huh?" "What now?" "Come to think of it, we don''t have to walk back, do we? This is a relay station village. Let''s rent horses." Relay station villages often rent out horses to messengers or peddlers in a hurry. While buying a horse would require visiting a proper marketplace, renting was entirely possible. Of course, you could only use the horse from one relay station to the next, and the cost was steep, but... "What''s the problem? We have all this money!" Karnak scoffed in disbelief and scolded him. "Aren''t you at all concerned about where this money came from?" Baros asked back, shaking his head. "Will your worries disappear if you don''t spend the money?" "Well, no..." "Then let''s spend it while we worry! At least your body will be comfortable, right?" Karnak blinked in surprise. "A comfortable body leads to a comfortable mind, and a comfortable mind helps you solve your problems better!" He had thought Baros was just being ridiculous, but the logic actually seemed sound as he listened. "Huh, surprisingly persuasive." *** After finishing their splendid meal, Karnak and Baros headed toward the relay station on the west side of Darha Village. The Darha relay station was a fairly large facility, with a two-story wooden building and a large stable attached. As they approached, a middle-aged man spotted them and greeted them enthusiastically, likely the station manager. "Oh, you''ve returned!" The two men froze in place for a moment. ''Returned?'' ''Us?'' The word "returned" implied they had been here before. The man continued, bowing respectfully. "We''ve taken good care of the horses you left in our care." ''Left horses here?'' ''Us?'' Though both were dumbfounded, they managed to keep their expressions neutral. The middle-aged man led them toward the stables. Tied up among the ten or so horses were two brown steeds, and as soon as they saw Karnak and Baros, they began to neigh excitedly. Neigh! Neighhh! Smiling warmly, the man calmed the horses. "Even these guys are happy to see their masters again." Karnak and Baros exchanged awkward glances. The horses really did look excited to see them. There was no doubt they had met before. ''We''ve never met these horses before, though.'' ''They''re so happy to see us, it''s almost uncomfortable.'' Handing over the reins, the man continued in a friendly voice, "As you requested, I mixed quality feed with beans. Both of them are full of energy." His attitude was kind, almost obsequious, as if he was expecting something. Baros gave Karnak a glance. ''This is that, right?'' Karnak understood immediately. ''Yep, it''s that.'' ''Should I go ahead?'' ''Do it, we''ll see how he reacts.'' With Karnak''s permission, Baros adopted a more haughty demeanor and pulled out a silver coin, handing it over. "You''ve worked hard. This is a small token of appreciation from our young master." Instead of being surprised by the silver coin, the man took it as if he''d been expecting it, bowing deeply. "Thank you, as always! I''ll fetch the saddles you left with us right away!" As they watched the middle-aged man run into the building, Karnak muttered, "As always?" "He''s saying we''ve tipped him like this before?" "And with silver coins, no less." "We did?" They were so shocked that they were almost speechless. It felt like the behavior of a clueless rich noble''s son, who had lots of money but no idea of how the world worked. "What on earth is going on?" Even Baros was starting to worry at this point. "This doesn''t seem like something to be happy about." "Sigh, I''ve been saying that the whole time. Are you finally getting it now?" Karnak fell into deep thought. Had they really returned to the past? It seemed that way. The world mostly matched their memories. But there were some significant inconsistencies as well. ''I need to get home. That''s the top priority.'' Meanwhile, Baros was dealing with his own dilemma. "What should I even call these horses? Hey, what are your names?" Neigh! Neigh-neigh! "...Talking to horses, what was I thinking?" Chapter 4 - 3: Something feels strange (3) Chapter 4: Chapter 3: Something feels strange (3) The Jestarad Barony, the hometown of Karnak, was one of the lower noble families of the Yustil Kingdom. With a history of about 100 years, it wasn''t old enough to be called prestigious, nor was it so new as to be considered an upstart noble family. It was an unremarkable provincial nobility. Karnak spoke as if reminiscing about the past. "It really was a completely insignificant family." The land wasn''t particularly barren or fertile, yielding enough to get by. During bountiful years, they would hold feasts, and in years of poor harvests, the table would be sparse. They couldn''t even dream of luxury, but they managed to maintain the dignity expected of nobles. It was truly an utterly common provincial noble family. Karnak''s grandfather, Baron Grellid, was always dissatisfied with this. ''How long must he remain buried in this rural corner? Shouldn''t a man aspire to greater things?'' With lofty ambitions, he attempted various ventures, using the estate as collateral. The result was a complete failure. One after another, the businesses failed, they lost the few fertile lands the estate had, and eventually, Grellid died from stress-related illness. What started with great ambition ended with only great debt. Karnak''s father, Baron Krafut, who succeeded as head of the family, desperately tried to revive the family, clinging to the now barren estate and the crumbling mansion. Of course, it wasn''t easy. They were already in a difficult position, and on top of that, they were saddled with debt. Still, the first son was somewhat intelligent and grew up well as the heir, and the second son showed talent in martial arts and became an excellent knight, so the family managed to keep going... somehow. "To be honest, calling them intelligent or excellent was just my father''s opinion, really." By society''s standards, both sons were still rather ordinary. Anyone could have achieved similar results with the same education. Though they remained a fallen rural noble family, Baron Krafut still did all the things expected of a noble. Even during those hard times, he insisted on enjoying the pleasures befitting a noble, going so far as to take on a mistress. When his mistress suddenly became pregnant, Krafut decided to take responsibility and bring her into the family, showing that he had some sense of duty. The problem was that after bringing her into the family, he neglected her. Karnak''s mother, who had once been his mistress, was tormented by the baroness and eventually fell ill and died. Karnak, being an illegitimate child, had to grow up in humiliation, constantly living under others'' judgment. "Ah, just thinking about it makes me angry again..." Shaking his head, Karnak tried to push away the bitter memories. He then took out a silver coin from his pocket. "Well, that''s the current state of my family..." He rolled the silver coin between his fingers. "Then where on earth did this money come from?" *** Thanks to riding horses, the journey from Darha Village to the Jestarad estate, which would have taken three days on foot, was shortened to two. "We didn''t save as much time as I had hoped, though." Baros grumbled and glanced at the brown horse he had been riding. "He said he fed them well, right? Why do these guys get tired so quickly?" Karnak replied, somewhat sarcastically, in disbelief. "For living horses, these are quite sturdy!" "When have I ever ridden something like this before?" For the record, Baros had once ridden zombie horses, skeleton horses, and ghost horses. "They don''t get tired, you don''t have to carry feed for them, and they don''t poop. What more could you ask for?" sea??h th§× ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Of course, there was the minor issue that riding such horses meant you''d eventually be consumed by evil energy and waste away... but that was just a small(?) problem. "Well, I was already dead, so it didn''t matter." Thanks to their hard ride, they were now approaching their destination. Baros, scanning the surroundings, peered over the hill and murmured. "The estate is coming into view, young master." "Man, human psychology really is funny." As he looked out over the fields of green barley, Karnak smiled bitterly. "I don''t have any good memories of this place, but seeing it again still makes me feel nostalgic." "I''m still just annoyed, though," Baros said with a scowl. "I was hated just the same." He was an orphan from the estate. Since the Jestarad estate was located in the barren northern region, it was frequently invaded by monsters. Therefore, orphans weren''t uncommon, and they weren''t particularly shunned. But Baros''s situation was a bit different. His parents had scammed the locals out of their money and then fled in the middle of the night, abandoning him. It wasn''t Baros''s fault that he had terrible parents, but people tend to think that the blood of scoundrels will produce scoundrels. No one wanted to take him in. And it wasn''t like the estate had the resources to support orphanages or other welfare facilities. That''s when Karnak extended a hand of salvation. Unlike his usually timid self, young Karnak stubbornly insisted on making Baros his servant. Even though Karnak was a shunned illegitimate child, he was still a noble, and for appearances, he needed a servant. At the same time, Baros was becoming a problem for the estate, so Baron Krafut reluctantly allowed it, seeing it as a way to get rid of some trash. "But I was the only one who took care of you, right?" "And I was the only one who took care of you, young master. Why are you bragging about it now?" As the two continued their banter, the horses kept moving steadily along their path. They entered the fields, and the sight of farmers became more apparent. "Everyone seems busy," Karnak observed. "It''s the season for weeding," Baros replied. "We should probably pass by quickly, right?" "That would be best." Among the estate''s people, Karnak and Baros were seen as nothing more than a delinquent young master and his equally delinquent servant who encouraged his misbehavior. There was no reason to expect a warm reception, so they intended to pass by quickly... but then¡ª "Oh! Lord Karnak!" "You''ve returned!" The villagers, upon spotting the two, greeted them warmly from a distance. Some even had tears in their eyes. "Thank you for your hard work!" "Oh my, you must have gone through so much hardship..." Their reaction was completely different from what Karnak remembered. He let out a hollow laugh. ''What on earth did I even do to deserve this talk of hardship?'' But since everyone was greeting him as if it were the most natural thing in the world, it wasn''t like he could ask, "Why are you all so happy to see me?" He casually waved his hand in return as he and Baros quickly rode away from the scene. Baros glanced back, frowning. "This feels like a bad dream." "Same here. We need to get to the house quickly." *** Standing in front of a large stone wall, Baros murmured, "Young master? What is this?" Karnak, with a deep frown, replied, "Don''t ask me. I have no idea anymore." Before them was the grand view of a mansion. High-quality bricks had been stacked to form tall walls stretching out to both sides, and beyond them, an elegant garden could be faintly seen. Standing proudly within it was a dazzling two-story mansion, with a gleaming terrace and various sculptures sparkling under the sun. "This... is definitely the Jestarad mansion, right?" "Yeah." Karnak nodded. It was, without a doubt, the house from his memories. At least, the basic structure was. "The size of the walls is the same, the garden is the same, and the building is still there, but..." "Why does the mansion look so clean?" "Exactly. It''s been completely renovated." The original Jestarad mansion was an over-100-year-old, antique mansion. Calling it antique was generous; to be honest, it was just an old, rundown place with an eerie atmosphere. They hadn''t been able to afford proper maintenance for decades due to their poor finances. But now, the mansion has been fully refurbished from top to bottom. It had become a refined, elegant, and dignified building, practically the model of what people imagine a noble''s house should look like. "Where are we? Where on earth have we come to?" Karnak could completely understand Baros''s question. It wasn''t just about the mansion. It was a question about the entire world around them. "Well, I don''t know. Let''s just go inside for now." "Good grief, are we even allowed to enter such a fine place, being so lowly?" Feeling uneasy, the two slowly made their way to the front gate. One of the gatekeepers spotted them and greeted them with a delighted expression. "Oh! Lord Karnak!" The man, appearing to be in his mid-40s, was a familiar face from Karnak''s memories. Karnak nodded naturally. "I''m back, Katayl." Katayl hurriedly called out to another gatekeeper. "Quick, inform the butler! The young master has returned!" "Yes, sir!" Watching this unfold, Karnak let out a sigh. The man from his memories was welcoming him at the mansion. So far, everything seemed to align with what he remembered. Yet something was entirely different. The mansion gleamed, the servants'' clothes were spotless. Laundry, after all, costs money, and Karnak couldn''t recall them ever being dressed in such clean garments. And the warm welcome? He could firmly say he had no memory of being treated so kindly. The looks of contempt and disdain were something no one could forget, no matter how hard they tried. ''I feel like I''m going to lose my mind.'' Baros leaned in to whisper. ''Young master.'' ''What?'' ''I don''t think anything can surprise me anymore.'' ''Same here.'' It didn''t take long for their expectations to be shattered again. Soon, a dignified-looking elderly man came rushing out from the mansion. ''Grandfather Tafel?'' ''That''s right, he''s still alive at this point.'' Tafel Plaid was the old butler who had served the family since Karnak''s predecessor. "The young master has returned, butler!" the gatekeeper shouted, but Tafel scolded him with his familiar stern tone. "Mind your manners, Katayl. How long do you intend to call him ''young master''?" Then, the butler bowed politely to him with a warm expression Karnak had never seen before. "Welcome back, my lord." Karnak and Baros just blinked at each other in confusion. ''Did he just call you lord?'' ''Me?'' *** The luxurious reception room was adorned with elegant paintings and decorations. Steam rose gently from the teacup on the table in front of Karnak, who stared at it blankly. ''Tea...?'' In this era, he had never tasted such a high-class luxury item. Looking at Baros standing next to him, he could see that he was also trying hard to conceal his bewilderment. The old butler, Tafel, spoke to Karnak in a gentle voice. "It has already been over half a year since you assumed the position of head of the family, Lord Karnak..." Judging by the situation, it seemed that Karnak had inherited the title of baron right after his coming-of-age ceremony, around the age of 20. "Have you achieved your intended goal?" "Goal?" Karnak reflexively repeated the word. Tafel looked slightly puzzled for a moment before asking again. "You went on your journey specifically for that purpose, didn''t you?" Realizing his slip-up, Karnak stammered, trying to cover it up. "Ah, more or less..." Karnak responded, trying to sound nonchalant. Fortunately, the old butler didn''t seem to find anything unusual. "That''s good to hear. The late lord would be pleased as well." ''Wait, what? My father''s dead?'' Still reeling from the shock, Karnak heard the old man continue. "If Lady Isabella were still alive, she would be so proud..." Isabella¡ªKrafut Baron''s wife, and Karnak''s stepmother. ''Good grief, she''s dead too?'' "When even Lord Thesil passed away, I didn''t know what to do. It was such a dark time, but now I feel at ease." ''Even my eldest brother is dead?'' At this point, Karnak''s curiosity was piqued. ''What about my other brother, Paralt? What happened to that bastard?'' It was obvious that Paralt wasn''t alive. If his second brother were still around, the title of lord wouldn''t have passed down to Karnak. But what on earth happened? ''It''s maddening not being able to ask.'' And what was this "goal" they kept referring to? ''If my past self had a purpose for going on a journey during this time, it''s obvious what it was.'' It was to secretly master necromancy after coming across that power by chance. There was no other possible purpose. The Karnak of this time was clearly learning necromancy. ''And there''s no way I would''ve been honest about that reason.'' If that truth came to light, instead of receiving warm smiles, he''d be facing a warm bonfire at the stake. ''So what purpose does old Tafel think I had?'' There was another mystery, too. Originally, Karnak learned necromancy to gain power and exact revenge on his family and household. But looking at the current situation, it seemed like revenge was irrelevant now. He had become the lord, gained recognition, and everyone appeared to treat him with kindness. ''If I''m living such a comfortable life, why did I even learn necromancy? What kind of person am I?'' He had no idea. ''I would use mind control to extract information if my powers were intact, but I''m in no position to do that right now...'' Feeling things couldn''t continue like this, Karnak gave Baros a discreet look. ''Do something!'' Communicating just through looks might seem impossible, but after doing it for over a hundred years, it was second nature to them. Baros quickly caught on and smoothly intervened in the conversation. "Butler Tafel." "Yes, Baros?" "Lord Karnak is quite tired from his long journey. Perhaps it would be best to continue the conversation tomorrow?" "Oh dear, that was my mistake." The old butler clicked his tongue and stood up. "My apologies, my lord. It was my oversight. Please, rest for now." "That sounds good," Karnak replied. Karnak, who felt like he was walking on thin ice, let out a sigh of relief and got up from his seat. He quickly urged Baros along. ''Let''s get out of here, fast.'' ''I fully agree, young master.'' Chapter 5 - 4: Something Feels Strange (4) Chapter 5: Chapter 4: Something Feels Strange (4) The night was deep. But Karnak, lying in bed, couldn''t fall asleep. "Sigh..." He gazed at the luxurious wallpaper on the ceiling of his bedroom and let out a deep sigh. "How much did that cost? Why is something like that even on my ceiling?" It wasn''t just the wallpaper. The furniture, the bed, and even the candles were all high-quality. It''s not that he wasn''t used to extravagance. When he was the Death King, he was surrounded by far more luxurious items. However, the stark contrast between his current bedroom and the one in his memories was overwhelming. "This wasn''t my original plan..." He no longer had any lingering attachment to the powers of the Death King. But that didn''t mean he intended to live as a powerless being. In theory, he had already devised a way to erase the side effects of necromancy and grow stronger. He had even prepared alternative plans in case things didn''t go smoothly. No longer the rash youth he once was, he figured he could get along with his parents and siblings by placating them enough. No matter how much his family despised him, their attitude would surely change if he showered them with money. How would he make that money? He had that covered as well. He had meticulously gathered all the records: when and where wars would break out in various countries, when droughts and famines would occur, and where treasures would be discovered, among other things. He had even planned how to invest and grow his wealth using that future knowledge. The goal was to live comfortably, without standing out, but also without being ignored¡ªliving just comfortably enough, without drawing too much attention. "A life in a house just like this, with a status just like this." As he looked around the mansion, now his own, and the family he had acquired, Karnak felt hollow. "And yet, I''m already living that life?" He hadn''t done anything¡ªhe had simply returned to the past, yet his life''s goal had already been achieved? In this situation, Karnak wasn''t foolish enough to happily exclaim, ''Wow, I''ve got an easy life now!'' "I should assess the situation first..." Karnak grumbled as he rolled around in bed. "Why is Baros taking so long? Could he be sleeping?" Only after a long while did the knock he had been waiting for finally come. "Young master, young master." Karnak smiled brightly and called out to his servant in a low voice. "Come in." The door opened quietly, and Baros slipped into the room, glancing around nervously. Karnak sat up in bed and asked, "Is everyone asleep?" "Yes." "Now I can finally move." "Are you going to cast mind control on the old butler?" "Of course. But with my current abilities, it''s hard to cast it directly." He needed a catalyst. Additionally, he would require a drug that could weaken the target''s mental strength. He had to put the old butler into a deep sleep and then perform the mind search to achieve what he intended. "So, first we need to prepare some things. Delas petals, Jess grass, Palel sap, and Rapat weed. These are all weeds that grow in the garden, so they should be easy to find..." Before Karnak could even finish speaking, Baros handed him a pouch. "Here you go." Inside the pouch were the very weeds he had requested. "Huh? You prepared them already?" "I''ve been with you for over 100 years, young master. I know you well enough by now." Baros shrugged his shoulders. "I was late because I was gathering these. The garden is so well-kept that it was hard to find them." "I see. Back in the day, we just left the garden as it was, and it was full of weeds." But now, everything had likely been pulled out, making it harder to gather what they needed. "If I had gone looking for them now, we would''ve wasted the entire night. Good job." As Karnak stepped out of the room, he motioned with his hand. "Let''s get moving." "What if the servants catch us?" "I''ll just say I couldn''t sleep and went for a walk. From the looks of things, no one seems to care if I do as I please." "Well, you are the lord now, after all." "Right." Karnak let out a small, disbelieving laugh. "Me? A lord? Me, an illegitimate child and a scoundrel?" *** Delas petals, Jess grass, Palel sap, and Rapat weed were placed into a bowl and crushed together. Karnak then used necromancy to set them alight. Fwoosh! The flames burned brightly for a moment, then died down immediately. What remained was a thin wisp of black smoke. The smoke moved like a living creature, drifting through the air. Karnak manipulated it with his mana. The black smoke quietly slipped into the old butler''s nostrils as he lay on the bed. His body trembled briefly before his eyes rolled back, revealing the whites. "Good, he''s completely under." After confirming the butler''s state, Karnak gave a command. "Rise, my servant." The power of the incantation in his voice took effect, and the old man immediately sat up in bed. "Yes, master." Now, the old butler was in a state where he would answer any question honestly. ''But what should I ask first?'' Karnak hesitated for a moment. ''I have too many questions, and it''s hard to organize them.'' He decided to start with the one he was most curious about. "How did my father die?" The answer came immediately. "Three years ago, he was killed by the blade of wicked Sir Randolph." Karnak and Baros exchanged glances. "Randolph? Who''s that?" "Could he be a knight of the Deventor? You know, from the neighboring territory..." Without the full context, just hearing the conclusion didn''t make much sense. "Then what about Baroness Isabella?" "She fell ill from the grief of losing the baron and the eldest young master. In the end, she never recovered..." "Oh, so that''s the order in which they passed away?" Karnak continued with his questions. "Then what happened to my older brother Thesil?" "The eldest young master..." Karnak bombarded the butler with question after question. Each time, the old butler, Tafel, in his trance-like state, answered earnestly. Thanks to this, Karnak was able to piece together the situation. "So, until I turned 16, nothing significant happened." The territory was on the verge of ruin, his family despised him as an illegitimate child, and people scorned him for being a troublemaker¡ªjust as in the past. S§×ar?h the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The first signs of change appeared in the year 683 of the Yustil Kingdom''s calendar, four years ago from now. His second brother, Paralt, who often went into the mountains to train in martial arts, accidentally discovered a large copper vein in a cave in the north. "A copper vein?" Karnak furrowed his brows. "I don''t remember ever hearing about a copper mine in our territory." Baros shrugged. "Maybe they didn''t know about it before. It says it was found by chance." "Even so, the whole thing sounds too convenient." Finding a mine in one''s territory is a common fantasy for most local nobles. Of course, it rarely becomes reality. If copper veins were that common, they wouldn''t be considered such a jackpot in the first place. So, whenever a noble family announced that they had found a mine, people usually assumed one thing: Those guys must have found some shady way to make money and are using the mine as an excuse! "But this time it''s real?" With this stroke of luck, the Jestarad family hurriedly began developing the mine. It was a high-quality copper vein, and within a year, they were able to see some significant results. Of course, they didn''t develop it on their own. Mine development requires advanced mining and civil engineering skills. You can''t just dig a hole and expect copper ingots to pop out. The technology to extract and refine copper from the ore is also essential. How could the Jestarad barony, which had only ever farmed, manage to develop a copper mine on its own in just a year? They couldn''t, of course. So, they entrusted the mining operations to Tekas Trading Company, the largest merchant guild in the Yustil Kingdom, which had the necessary technology and workforce. In return, they shared the profits with the company. The real problem came after that. The neighboring Deventor Viscounty, which had always tried to undermine the Jestarad family, started causing trouble. The gist of their argument was this: ¡ºThat copper vein originally belonged to the Deventor Viscounty. Moreover, the location of the copper mine lies in a neutral area between both families'' lands. In his generosity, the Viscount of Deventor proposed that both families develop and own the mine together. The Jestarad barony agreed to this. But after realizing the scale of the copper vein, the barony dishonorably broke the agreement and changed their stance, falsely claiming that they discovered the vein themselves from the beginning. How can this treachery be forgiven? We will shed blood if necessary to reclaim our rightful ownership!¡» Baros snorted in disbelief. "Wow, that''s shameless. But they''ve always been shameless, haven''t they?" "But still..." Karnak shook his head. "It''s not entirely baseless either." The copper mine was located in the northern part of the territory, within the foothills of the Zeden Mountains. By location alone, it was clearly within the Jestarad territory. However, when it comes to mountains, territorial borders aren''t always clear-cut like farmland. While cultivated land has clearly defined ownership, what about forests or mountains? In most cases, both sides would vaguely mark them on their maps and leave it at that. Since such land isn''t particularly useful, there''s rarely any need to spend money on a proper survey. "It''s true that it''s near our territory, but it''s also true that we hadn''t touched that area yet." If the Deventor family had discovered the copper mine first, while it might be difficult for them to claim full ownership, they would certainly have the right to demand joint management. "If they really were the ones who found the mine first, that is." "Do you think it''s possible, young master?" "I can''t say it''s impossible..." Karnak scratched his head as he recalled memories of the past. "But honestly, it''s not very likely." "Why not?" "Because the Deventor family is much stronger than us." Unlike the Jestarad barony, which had been in decline, the Deventor viscounty had been steadily building its strength since the previous generation. In terms of both military and financial power, they far surpassed the Jestarad family. "If they had initially agreed to jointly develop the mine, no reasonable person would have taken such a dangerous risk." As a result, relations between the two families deteriorated rapidly. When words fail, fists follow, and when fists fail, swords come into play¡ªit''s human nature. Inevitably, the two families entered into a territorial war. Several bloody battles ensued, with most resulting in defeats for the Jestarad family. The strength of the Deventor family, which had been built up since the previous generation, was no joke. A year later, tragedy struck when Baron Krafut, the head of the Jestarad family, was killed by Sir Randolph, the strongest knight of Deventor. While retreating their soldiers, the heir, Thesil, was also struck down by an arrow shot by Randolph, leaving the Jestarad family without both its head and heir in a single blow. Baroness Isabella, devastated by the loss of her husband and son, fell ill, and the second son, Paralt, became the new head of the family. Although Paralt tried to rally the remaining forces to resist the viscounty, the tide had already turned against them. The following year, Paralt also fell victim to the Deventor family. In another clash, he lost both his legs to Randolph. Thanks to his rigorous training, he barely survived, but as a cripple, he could no longer serve as a knight. Crushed by the reality of his condition, he fell into a life of heavy drinking and drug use, which severely weakened his health. Eventually, Paralt succumbed to illness, and around the same time, the ailing Baroness Isabella also passed away. "Wow, our entire family was wiped out by this one guy, Randolph? Did we really have someone that powerful living right next to us?" "It''s not that Randolph was so strong. Our family was just too weak," Baros replied. "So, who exactly is this Randolph?" Karnak asked. "I can barely even remember the name..." Baros replied. "Well, I guess being famous in some rural backwater doesn''t mean much." Karnak and Baros, who had fought against the Four Martial Kings, the Three Archmages, and the legendary Dragon Emperor, had no reason to remember some knight from a small countryside town. Karnak moved on, brushing past it, and continued interrogating the old butler. "And then what?" Now, the only remaining bloodline of the Jestarad family was the illegitimate son, Karnak. The title of heir was passed to him, with the decision made that he would officially take over as head of the family when he turned 20 and became an adult. At that point, the Deventor family announced they would temporarily halt the war and wait until Karnak assumed his position as lord. It was a remarkably dignified, noble response. "Of course, that''s just the pretense. In reality, they were probably just waiting for a new person to negotiate with." The Deventor family''s goal wasn''t to wipe out the Jestarad family completely and take over their entire territory. All they wanted was to seize control of the copper mine and secure some war reparations. "To do that, they needed someone to officially sign the contract." At the time, many were opposed to the idea of Karnak, who had been a notorious troublemaker, becoming the lord. However, by the time two years had passed and he became head of the family, it was said that everyone respected and admired him. "They respected me? Why?" Upon Karnak''s question, the old butler suddenly teared up. "How could anyone not respect a lord who risked his life to protect the territory?" ''What? He''s tearing up while under mind control? How sincere is this guy?'' Karnak was about to move on to the next question, completely bewildered, when something caught his attention. "Wait, risked my life?" Karnak''s expression hardened. "What do you mean by that? Why would I risk my life?" [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 6 - 5: Esteemed Lord? Who? (1) Chapter 6: Chapter 5: Esteemed Lord? Who? (1) The next morning. Karnak was lying on the office sofa, recalling this morning. "Ah, that was delicious." Soft omelet, fragrant white bread spread with sweet jam, savory sausage, and well-roasted carrots. It was indeed nice to be wealthy. To think that he could eat such luxurious food in the morning? "I originally thought that even after returning, I''d have to settle for rough meals for a while." While he was rolling around on the office sofa, he heard a knock. "It''s Baros, young master." "Come in." A sturdy young man with blonde hair entered the office. Karnak, still lying down, spoke. "Are you going to keep calling me ''young master''? I''m a lord now. Won''t it look suspicious?" "It should be fine. It seems I often make this kind of mistake anyway." From what Karnak heard, Baros had been scolded by the old butler so many times for not breaking the habit that he had half given up on it. "It''ll probably look more natural this way." "Then it''s fine. Did you have breakfast?" "Yes, I did. It was quite good." "Are they giving the servants good food too?" "Yes, it seems we really have become rich." Baros looked at the documents on the office desk. With a puzzled expression, he asked. "But young master, is it okay for you to just be lounging around like this? Now that you''re the head of the family, I''ve heard there''s a lot more work to do?" "That stuff?" Karnak shrugged as he glanced at the reports on estate management. "I finished all that earlier." "Already?" "Do you really think I''d be struggling with something like that at this point?" For a 20-year-old who had just become the head of the family, the workload would typically require all morning, but for the Death King who once conquered the world, it was hardly a task. "I finished it while having dessert after breakfast." "Whoa! Dessert! Lucky you! I didn''t get any of that!" Watching his servant focus on the wrong point, Karnak smiled wryly. "Is dessert really the issue here?" "It is! I gave up all wealth and glory for that!" "Well, that''s true. I''ll sneak you some later. But there''s a more important issue right now." "Ah, right." Baros adjusted his expression and sat down across from Karnak. With a serious look, he asked, "So, what will you do now? About the duel trial?" *** When Karnak officially became the head of the family, the Deventor Viscounty also started to make moves again. The Jestarad Barony, sensing the situation, grew tense. Honestly, the barony had no way to counter Deventor with their current forces. Of the nine knights they originally had, only five remained, and of those, two were recuperating from injuries. The condition of their hundred or so territorial soldiers wasn''t good either. The only way to survive was to hand over the copper mine and pay a large war indemnity. However, doing so would not only mean losing all the wealth they had painstakingly gained, but they would also become even poorer than before. The commoners would start dying of starvation in droves. Caught in a situation where neither option was viable, the one who saved the family was the new lord, Karnak. In front of everyone, he boldly declared: "In the name of Alium, the Goddess of the Moon and Justice, I will request a duel trial against the Deventor Viscounty!" According to the doctrine of the Moon''s Church, a duel fought in the name of Alium would result in victory for the righteous. This teaching gave rise to the system known as the duel trial. Under the supervision of an Alium priest, the duel would be fought fairly to determine right and wrong. At first glance, it seemed like a crude method where the stronger side took everything, but that wasn''t entirely the case. First, both parties had to agree to the duel for it to proceed. Moreover, if there was an obvious difference in power, penalties could be imposed, and it was also possible to appoint a champion to fight in one''s stead. "Of course, that''s just how it''s supposed to work in theory, but in reality, it''s just a way for the stronger side to take everything..." Baros shook his head. "Is he out of his mind? What on earth was he thinking when he did that?" This was something Karnak should never have suggested. There was a blatant difference in power, and there was no champion to send in his place. Besides, Karnak, at 20 years old, wasn''t some extraordinary warrior. Even if the opponent had suggested it, he should have strongly opposed it. "But to go ahead and dig his own grave..." The sacred duel trial''s verdict could only be reached through the death of one side. Once the duel was established, there was no such thing as surrender. If Karnak tried to avoid the duel now and acknowledged defeat, the Alium Church would take his head. Karnak slumped his shoulders. "At least now I know why the old butler and the other commoners'' attitudes towards me have changed so much." In fact, from the perspective of the Jestarad family, it wasn''t necessarily a bad condition. If the territorial war continued as it was, they would lose the copper mine and have to pay a large war indemnity. But if they managed to steer it towards a duel trial? There was, of course, no chance of winning. However, even in the case of defeat, they would only need to hand over the mine that was the cause of the duel, and that would be the end of it. Once the verdict was reached in Alium''s name, all grudges would be settled, meaning they wouldn''t have to pay the hefty compensation. At the very least, they could avoid the people starving. "I honestly can''t understand why the Deventor Viscount accepted this duel. If he just fought a regular battle, he could have extorted a huge sum as compensation." "He has to care about his reputation. Oppressing the weak too much doesn''t look good, does it? It could start rumors among the other nobles." After all, the Deventor family wasn''t exactly impoverished. "If they can neatly take the copper mine through a duel trial, it''s worth giving up the compensation. It''s not a bad deal for them either." Thus, the duel trial was set between Sir Randolph, the strongest knight of Deventor, and Karnak, the new lord of Jestarad. Who wouldn''t respect the young lord who was risking his life for them? "Damn it, no wonder everyone''s eyes were sparkling when they looked at me..." As Karnak ground his teeth, Baros posed a question. "So, why did you personally step forward? You could have at least appointed a champion." "Hey! Did I step forward? It was this damn 20-year-old brat Karnak who stepped forward!" Karnak flared up but quickly calmed himself, trying to control his agitation. Then he subtly asked, "By the way, Baros, couldn''t you be the champion?" Of course, Baros was no longer a Death Knight. He was merely a frail human now, and not even one with a properly trained body. "But even so, you should be able to handle a local knight like this, right?" "Ah, so that''s why you called me, huh?" Baros scratched his head and shook it. "I think it might be too much right now." "Huh? Why? With your experience, you can''t even manage that?" He had fought alongside Karnak for nearly a hundred years. Even though he had returned to a frail human body, his accumulated experience was immense. "You were the second-in-command of Necropia! You took down three of the Four Great Martial Kings!" "That was all thanks to the power you bestowed upon me, young master." "But you were the one who wielded that power, right?" "Well, you see, it''s a common misconception among people who haven''t properly trained in martial arts..." Baros gave a bitter smile. "Even if your body changes, can you still overpower a third-rate knight just because you have a wealth of experience? There''s a bit of a misconception there." No matter how exceptional your swordsmanship is, you can''t use it if you have no arms. No matter how skilled you are in footwork, it''s useless if you''re paralyzed. This concept extends further. At the very least, you need a body capable of executing the experience you''ve accumulated. That''s the minimum requirement. "Don''t you remember how I tried to stop you in Darha Village, young master? It wasn''t just for show¡ªif a fight had broken out then, I really wouldn''t have been able to handle it alone." Baros explained that even a child''s body with basic martial training would be better than his current untrained, oversized body. "Of course, even in my current state, I could probably beat a child, but using my accumulated experience is a different story." Karnak frowned. "Ugh, shouldn''t someone with over 100 years of combat experience be stronger than this?" "It''s precisely because I''ve fought for over 100 years that I know my limits. Of course, if I start training, I''ll progress faster than others. I won''t have to deal with trial and error." Baros paused, calculating something before continuing. "Maybe six months? If I train seriously for about that long, I could probably handle an average knight." For a mere servant who hadn''t even held a sword properly to surpass a regular knight in just six months? It was an absurd claim that would make him seem not just arrogant, but insane. Experience, after all, was an invaluable asset. The problem was... "The duel trial is in a month. We don''t have time." "Well, then there''s nothing we can do." "Damn it..." Baros asked curiously. "This isn''t like you, young master. Even if I was just a mere servant at the time, there were other knights you could have put forward. But you decided to risk your own life? You weren''t the type to be so self-sacrificing." Karnak paid no attention to the lack of reverence in his servant''s tone. After all, he''d been listening to Baros talk like this for over a hundred years. Instead, he responded seriously. "After hearing the story, I think I understand how it came to this." There were no knights left in the current Jestarad Barony capable of standing as a champion. "The strongest knight in the family was Paralt, but he''s dead, isn''t he?" At this point, the chances of the remaining knights defeating Sir Randolph were practically zero. "It would be pointless to put forward a champion who can''t win." The Duel Trial was held in the name of the Goddess, so the defeat of the champion was also considered the defeat of the duelist. In other words, if the champion lost, Karnak would also have to commit sui**de. "Either way, it would end the same, so it seems that the me of this time found a method on my own." It was said that about two months ago, Karnak suddenly spoke these words. "I have something in mind. Trust me and wait a little longer." Then, without providing any reason, he abruptly left on a journey and only returned yesterday. "Now, isn''t it obvious what someone like me would have thought of?" Baros smirked. It really was obvious. His master had done similar things in the past as well. "Necromancy, huh." *** What kind of nerve did Karnak of this period have to do such a crazy thing? This was not something that could be found out by searching through the old butler''s memories. Even at that time, he kept necromancy thoroughly secret and didn''t say anything about it. "Still, I can make some guesses." Karnak had discovered necromancy books because of his long-standing habit. S§×ar?h the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. From a young age, whenever something difficult happened, he would escape to the old warehouse of his family. Rummaging through the dark, empty place brought him a sense of mental stability. "Come to think of it, I was quite a gloomy kid, wasn''t I?" "You were still a gloomy adult even when you were older, so what''s so surprising?" "Wasn''t it not that bad?" "Does a sociable adult kill people with a mere touch of their finger when they''re nothing but bones?" "Shut up..." The Karnak of this period likely followed a similar path. As the pressure of being a lord mounted, he probably retreated to the warehouse in a feeling of escape, where he found the necromancy book. If he had learned necromancy near the estate, he would have been caught right away, so he must have traveled far to Darha Village. The reason for choosing Darha Village was also clear. The location had to be far enough from the estate and deep enough in a secluded area, yet accessible enough to procure supplies¡ªplaces like that were not exactly common. "The situation might be a bit different, but it''s still me at 20 years old. Naturally, I would have come to a similar conclusion." The only difference was that in his previous life, he had secretly run away with only Baros to learn necromancy, while now he had openly declared his departure. "Now it''s starting to make sense." Baros nodded. "I was wondering why the young master, who lacks for nothing, would bother learning necromancy..." Then he suddenly asked, "But can you really defeat a regular knight with just three months of necromancy training?" The opponent was Sir Randolph, the strongest knight in the Deventor estate. Of course, compared to the renowned knights of the kingdom''s central forces, he might fall short, but he was still at a level that ordinary people wouldn''t dare to challenge. "No matter how much of a game-changing forbidden art necromancy is, three months seems too short." Karnak looked at Baros with a baffled expression. "Hey, of all people, how could you say that?" "What did I say?" "You''ve watched me all this time, haven''t you?" "That was a hundred years ago! I barely remember the young master with flesh still on his bones." "F-Flesh, you say..." Karnak grimaced, feeling as if he''d suddenly been reduced to a dog treat. But, well, it wasn''t wrong... "Honestly, I can win." He shifted the topic. "Necromancy is the ultimate forbidden art, right? Even showing the slightest trace of it would make all the churches on the continent come after you with full force. Despite the enormous risk, why do necromancers still emerge?" Necromancy allowed one to become powerful with shocking ease. In a short time, without effort, even without talent. "If someone like me¡ªor anyone else¡ªwas determined to master it, they''d have more than a fair chance." Baros tilted his head. "Then what''s the problem? You''re saying there''s a way to win?" "Yes, there is a way to win," Karnak sighed deeply. He was a necromancer, not a mage. This meant he only knew necromancy. "There''s no way to avoid getting caught." Chapter 7 - 6: Esteemed Lord? Who? (2) Chapter 7: Chapter 6: Esteemed Lord? Who? (2) The mountain was shrouded in deep darkness. Dozens of pursuers, holding torches, were scouring the mountain in all directions. "Over here!" "We found traces!" "Don''t let him escape! Whoever captures that demon shall receive the blessing of Alium!" On the opposite ridge, two young men were frantically running along the mountain path. "Huff, huff huff!" "Young Master! Run faster!" At Baros'' urging, Karnak cursed. "Damn it! If I knew it would come to this, I would''ve mastered the Death Steed Summoning first!" Due to his usual neglect of physical exercise, even a short run through the mountains left him breathless. If he had summoned and ridden a death steed, it would have been much easier, but postponing it, thinking it wasn''t immediately necessary, had backfired. ''Who could have predicted that I''d end up running for my life like this?'' But if he sat down because he was tired, he would be heading straight for the stake, so he gritted his teeth and forced his heavy feet to move. ''How on earth did they find out? I made sure to erase every trace, without a doubt!'' When he dealt with his father, stepmother, and two older brothers, everything had gone smoothly. His necromancy had reached its peak, and as a result, no one suspected that the nightmare that befell the Jestarad family was Karnak''s doing. ''I thought the only thing left was to take over the family and leisurely enjoy my life...'' But suddenly, priests of Alium appeared and identified him as a necromancer. There wasn''t even a moment to claim it was a misunderstanding. ''They were absolutely certain!'' Was it because Karnak''s pace was too slow? A group of pursuers soon caught up and blocked the path of the two men. They were all heavily armed, robust warriors¡ªelite soldiers brought by the priests. Drawing their swords, the soldiers shouted. "You demon!" "Do you think you can run any further?" "Accept your punishment quietly!" Baros, terrified, looked back at Karnak. "Y-Young Master!" "Hmph!" Snorting, Karnak spread his arms to the sides. His wide sleeves began to flap violently. "Do you think I''d be afraid of mere soldiers, let alone priests of Alium?" A cold darkness spread from his entire body. A gloomy muttering flowed through the night''s darkness. "Come forth, wandering vengeful spirits... Erase the fate of the living with the light of the abyss..." The darkness soon took the form of a wavering evil spirit. It was a wraith, a ghostly entity draped in a veil of darkness, snatching the lives of the living. The soldiers'' faces turned pale. "It''s necromancy!" "He''s summoning evil spirits!" "Everyone, use your talismans!" In a panic, the soldiers hastily pulled something from their pockets. It was a bronze sculpture engraved with scales on hexagonal plates of varying lengths¡ªa protective talisman of Alium, the Goddess of the Moon, believed to repel sinister energies. As the soldiers hurriedly brandished their talismans, a chilling sound sliced through the air. Sssseeeek! With a terrifying noise, the wraith glided through the air. Bang! Bang bang! The moment the wraith''s aura touched them, all the talismans shattered into pieces and scattered. "What, what is this?" "Doesn''t the Goddess'' protection work?" The evil spirit soon overwhelmed the soldiers. They tried to block it with their shields and swung their swords, but it was futile. The wraith passed through the soldiers like an illusion, snatching away their lives. "Aaagh!" "Uwaaaah!" In mere seconds, more than ten warriors collapsed, coughing up blood. With the situation swiftly under control, Karnak smiled coldly. "Good, this means I''ve gained some additional forces." He began to move his fingers in a grotesque manner. "Rise, dead ones. Awaken and walk the earth once more." The freshly deceased soldiers rolled their eyes back as they each began to stand. Blood poured from their eyes, noses, and mouths as they staggered, turning back to the path from which they had come. "Grrr." "Grrrrr..." As the zombie soldiers moved away, Baros asked, "Are we safe now, Young Master?" Karnak shook his head. "No, they were created too hastily, so they''re not at full strength." At their current level, these zombies were probably only one-tenth as strong as they had been in life. They were nothing more than a temporary distraction, so they needed to escape the area quickly. Karnak and Baros began running along the mountain path again. As Karnak desperately moved his feet, he ground his teeth once more. "I''ve barely exacted my revenge! I''ve only just seized the family!" This was all the fault of the mysterious author who wrote that necromancy book. "That damn con artist! What? ''No one will notice''? The priests noticed everything!" Even in the urgency of the moment, Baros interjected. "He said ordinary people wouldn''t notice. But priests aren''t ordinary, are they?" "That bastard wrote it in a way that was deliberately misleading!" To be precise, it was written like this: ¡ºWith this method, ordinary people will never detect traces of necromancy. Even knights who''ve mastered battle aura or mages who wield mana won''t be able to perceive it.¡» "See? There''s no mention that priests wouldn''t notice." "Then he should have written a separate warning! It''s just common sense!" "If he had common sense, he wouldn''t have studied necromancy in the first place, right?" Even with their lives on the line, Baros just couldn''t help but make snide remarks¡ªit seemed to be part of his very nature. Karnak shouted irritably. "Shut up and just keep running!" *** Reflecting on their past "memories," Karnak and Baros wore nostalgic expressions. "We really struggled back then." "We thought it was all over, but then we got caught and ended up being chased day and night, didn''t we?" "That was when the legend of Karnak, the King of Death, began." "Oh, come on, that''s not true. The legend started much later. Back then, you were just a vile, third-rate necromancer scurrying around like a cockroach, trying to cling to life..." "Baros, you were running with me! Why are you talking like it was someone else''s problem?" In any case, the Karnak of the past was overly confident in his necromancy. He believed that if he moved stealthily, he could obtain whatever he wanted without anyone noticing. It was hard to blame him for being so foolish. Given his level of knowledge at the time, that was the extent of his expectations. Glancing at the mirror, Karnak spoke curtly. "So, I can understand why that fool made such a mistake." Referring to his reflection as if it were another person, he shrugged his shoulders. "He probably thought that if he used necromancy discreetly, he could take down someone like Randolph. And indeed, he had enough power to do that." The typical approach for most necromancers in open combat is to pretend to engage in a normal fight while secretly casting a curse to strike down their opponent. This way, to the eyes of ordinary people, it just looks like an ordinary battle. "But if I did that, I''d just be repeating the same mistakes from the past." You can deceive ordinary people, but you can''t fool the Priests. Clerics, who wield divine power, are particularly sensitive to traces of necromancy. No matter how secretly you use necromancy, they will inevitably track you down by following the remnants. That was what happened to the Karnak of the past. Suspicious of the curse on the Jestarad family, the priests of Alium eventually discovered his true identity leading to a relentless pursuit that drove him to infamy until he finally abandoned his humanity. "I went through the trouble of turning back time just to live like a proper person, so I can''t let that happen again." To use necromancy without revealing his identity, he would need to erase every trace with almost paranoid thoroughness. Even the smallest slip would have the Church of the Seven Goddesses hunting him down like a bloodhound. "So, in simple terms, you''re saying I should never use necromancy in front of priests?" "That''s right." "But this is a Duel Trial, isn''t it?" "That''s right." "Then the judges will be priests, won''t they?" "That''s right." "Then what possessed you to agree to a Duel Trial, Young Master?" "I didn''t know that at the time, okay?" "Ugh..." Baros groaned, lost in thought. Then suddenly, his eyes lit up. "Can''t we postpone the duel for about half a year? I''ll get in shape by then and give it a shot." The reply came immediately. "No, we can''t." The quickness of the answer suggested that Karnak had probably already considered trying to postpone it. "What if something happened to the duelist? Like if you were injured, Young Master..." With a sly look, Baros glanced at Karnak''s leg. "If we break your leg, it would take at least half a year to heal. Or we could claim you''ve fallen ill and need time to recover." Karnak snorted. "This is a duel overseen by priests. Do you think they''d just let that slide?" The priests of the Church have the power of the goddess''s healing at their disposal. "If you start whining about being sick, they''ll just use divine power to heal you on the spot." "Oh, right, they have healing magic, don''t they? I''ve been living as a Death Knight for so long, I forgot that living people can benefit from divine blessings." Of course, even the priests'' healing magic isn''t all powerful. The stronger a cleric''s healing spell, the more expensive it is. The cost is so high that even the wealthiest people can''t easily afford it, so most people still rely on conventional medicine. "But who would believe that a wealthy family with a copper mine couldn''t pay up to delay a trial?" Also, even with healing magic, they can''t regenerate lost body parts. If someone like Paralt has lost a limb, recovery is impossible. "And it''s not like I can just chop off my entire leg to get a delay on the Duel Trial." Baros came up with another idea. "What about cutting off Randolph''s leg before the Duel?" Cutting off Karnak''s leg would be a waste. But as for Randolph''s leg, who cares if it''s cut off or not? "All we need to do is prevent the Duel Trial from happening, right? This seems doable." Karnak looked at his servant with a pitying gaze. "And who''s going to do that? Didn''t you say you''re not strong enough to handle him?" "Huh? Well, you could just put a curse on him or something, right? Or just kill him outright. You''ve done it before with your parents and siblings, so why not...?" "After that, we were hunted down mercilessly, weren''t we?" "That''s right, we got caught anyway." It was a dilemma. At this point in time, Karnak might have eagerly run off to master necromancy, thinking it was a great idea, but looking back after returning, there was no bigger folly. "Ugh, I should''ve just waged a territorial war. Then I could''ve secretly used necromancy to somehow... No, I''d still get caught later on." "What if we secretly coat the blade with poison?" "The priests have antidote magic, Baros." "Oh, right, that wouldn''t work either. And if we got caught using poison, it would be an instant disqualification, wouldn''t it?" No matter how he thought about it, there was only one option left. "Do we have to run away after all?" Since he had invoked the Duel Trial in the name of Alium, there was no backing out now. If he did, he would be executed for mocking the goddess. So, before that happened, he could gather up his valuables and money and flee. Then, he could abandon his identity and live as a mere adventurer in hiding. "That doesn''t sound too bad. Knowing the future events, I could probably live quite well. It would also give me time to rebuild my strength." "But the current situation is just too good to give up." The troublesome family members had already been dealt with, and he had become the head of a wealthy family. Unlike in his previous life, he was even loved by the vassals. Everything he had wanted in the past was now within his grasp. "I really don''t want to give this up..." "Isn''t it better than dying? The only solution we had left was to pit me against him as your champion, but that''s off the table now." "Well, that''s true, but..." As Karnak wallowed in regret, Baros shrugged his shoulders. "I''ll just do whatever you decide, Young Master." Getting up from his seat, Baros continued. "I''ll be going now. The old butler gave me some tasks to do. Let me know when you''ve made a decision." Watching his servant leave the room, Karnak could only groan in frustration. "Ugh, what should I do..." * * * Karnak called for Baros again the next morning. "Why did you call for me again? I was in the middle of doing laundry." Baros asked bluntly as he hastily wiped his wet hands. With bleary eyes, Karnak spoke. "I''ve made a decision." "Oh! Should I start packing? I already know where the valuables and estate funds are stored." "....When did I say anything about running away?" "There is no other option, right?" "I have thought of a way." Karnak''s face lit up with a determined smile. S~ea??h the ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "It is risky, but I am willing to take the chance." Chapter 8 - 7: Esteemed Lord? Who? (3) Chapter 8: Chapter 7: Esteemed Lord? Who? (3) The Zeden Mountain Range stretches across the northern part of the Kingdom of Yustil, from east to west. This treacherous terrain, teeming with all sorts of monsters, also served as the boundary between the human kingdom and the monster territory known as Chaotic North. Since these monsters frequently invaded human lands, the Viscounty of Deventor, along with the Barony of Jestarad, played the role of vanguard, defending the northern part of the kingdom. That was until about 20 years ago. Since the fall of the Jestarad family, only Deventor has properly maintained its duty to protect the kingdom. As such, in Deventor''s northern fortress, a group of knights was once again dedicating themselves to training today. "Haah!" With a shout, the sturdy knights exchanged attacks and defenses. Their swords clashed, and they pushed forward with their shields, sweat pouring from their bodies amid the rising dust. "Hup!" "Ugh!" A middle-aged knight watching the scene shouted loudly. "Never neglect your training! We are the true protectors of this land!" It was Sir Bright, the commander here. "We can''t rely on those worthless Jestarad scum!" The Jestarad Barony¡ªjust thinking about them made him furious. Despite failing to fulfill their given duties, they had the audacity to betray Deventor and seek only to satisfy their greed, after being granted the undeserved fortune of a copper mine? "But that will soon be resolved neatly." After assessing the knights'' condition, Bright declared a break. "That''s enough! Take a short rest, and we''ll start again!" The knights, their breath coming in gasps, tried to steady their breathing. Among them, however, was one large knight who didn''t seem tired at all. Bright approached him and asked, "Are you well-prepared for the Duel Trial, Sir Randolph?" "I haven''t been neglecting my training, but..." The knight let out a dry laugh and brushed back his brown hair. "What preparations do I even need against some mere bookworm?" "Well, that''s true." Bright chuckled and patted Randolph on the shoulder. "But I''m saying this just in case. Isn''t it hard to understand why he''s doing this? Unless he''s got something up his sleeve..." The new lord of Jestarad, Karnak, proposing a Duel Trial was far too predictable in its outcome. "No matter how foolish he is, would he really throw his life away so easily?" "Of course, I don''t plan to let my guard down, but..." Randolph shrugged. "Heard that the new lord of Jestarad wasn''t even a proper heir originally. Perhaps he doesn''t really understand how strong a true knight can be?" He might just think that knights are only a little stronger than regular soldiers. "It''s not uncommon for a young noble who''s out of touch with reality to do something foolish, is it?" Bright smirked. "It sure isn''t uncommon." S§×arch* The n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. In life, there were often situations where someone seemed so foolish that you suspected they might have some hidden agenda. But most of the time, they turned out to be genuinely foolish. Randolph picked up his sword again. "Of course, training must never be neglected." Now that the break was over, it was time to focus on training again. "Not for the Duel Trial, but to protect this land and its people!" One by one, the other knights began to take their stances as well. Throughout the training ground of the fortress, the shouts of the knights echoed loudly once more. "Huhp!" "Haah!" Bright watched Randolph, who was now fully engaged in his training, with a satisfied look. Randolph''s powerful sword strikes followed one after another. His unique, aggressive swordsmanship forced his opponents back, even when they tried to block with their shields or withstand his attacks with their armor. Ultimately, they would end up losing their lives. ''He is indeed strong.'' If he continued to grow at this pace, he might one day learn the battle aura that every knight dreams of and become truly first-class. ''The only concern is his rough temperament and his habit of underestimating his opponents...'' However, no matter what, there was no way he would lose to a 20-year-old novice who hadn''t even received proper training. ''I still can''t figure out what that kid is relying on to challenge us to a duel.'' Just then, Bright''s gaze shifted beyond the training ground. ''Hmm?'' He had the feeling that someone was watching them. Curious, he looked more closely and saw a peddler beyond the courtyard fence, selling various goods to the women. There wasn''t anything particularly unusual about the scene. Peddlers like that often came by. While the main estate was different, the northern fortress was small. The courtyard sometimes served as a training ground, a laundry area, or a place where peddlers sold their wares. It wasn''t uncommon to see knights training on one side while women dried their laundry on the other. But this young peddler seemed to be glancing over at them more often than seemed normal. ''That guy?'' For a moment, Bright wondered if this peddler could be a spy sent from Jestarad to gather intelligence on their forces. However, Bright soon shook his head. ''That''s ridiculous.'' After all, it was just physical training time. They weren''t practicing any unique secret techniques or special tactics that would be problematic if discovered by others. The really important training was always conducted in private, away from prying eyes, no matter how small the fortress was. Of course, it wasn''t impossible to gauge an opponent''s strength just from their minor movements or habits... ''But that''s something only a master who''s dedicated decades solely to combat could do.'' And there was no reason for such a formidable expert to be posing as a mere peddler to spy on them. If that were the case, wouldn''t it be simpler for them to personally participate in the Duel Trial? Moreover, it wasn''t surprising for commoners to look at knights with eyes full of admiration. Clearing his thoughts, Bright turned his attention back to the training ground. The resounding shouts echoed over the sweating knights. "Keep moving! The sweat you shed will be the nourishment that protects this land!" *** Various goods were laid out on a mat spread on the ground. A group of women had gathered around, eagerly inspecting the items. They were all family members of the knights and soldiers stationed at the northern fortress. A middle-aged woman caressed a handkerchief with an enraptured expression. "Oh my, it''s so soft. What kind of fabric is this?" "How much is it?" "Just 30 Kelin per set!" "Oh my, that''s so cheap? In that case, I''ll take one too..." While eagerly bargaining with the women, the peddler¡ªmore accurately, Baros disguised as a peddler¡ªsmiled inwardly. ''Business is booming. Well, as expected.'' These goods were specially sourced from the central region of the kingdom, prepared just for this day. They were high-quality items, rare in such a desolate fortress. Moreover, he was selling them at the exact price he had purchased them for, without any markup. ''No wonder they''re eager to get their hands on them, wanting to use them right away, hehe.'' Thanks to this, he could comfortably observe the knights'' training from within the crowd of people. Especially Randolph''s combat style. ''I''ve got a pretty good grasp now.'' Even if it was just basic physical training, habitual movements inevitably showed through. And Baros, the second-in-command of Necropia and once the world''s strongest warrior, had an entirely different level of precision when it came to his observations. With just a little observation, he had thoroughly dissected Randolph''s capabilities. He understood Randolph''s personality, his fighting style, his speed, and his timing. ''At that level, I probably wouldn''t have needed six months to prepare,'' Baros thought. Randolph was a typical knight who specialized in heavy swordsmanship. To put it positively, his swordsmanship was powerful, efficient, and straightforward. On the downside, it was rather simple and brutish. In many ways, he was an opponent whose movements were easy to predict. Baros believed that if he spent just three or four months conditioning his body, he''d have a good chance of winning. ''Although, if I fought him right now, I''d probably get my head chopped off pretty quickly.'' So, for now, it was best to proceed according to Karnak''s plan. While Baros was spying on Randolph, one of the women in the group approached him. "Do you happen to know my brother?" "Oh! You''re Sir Randolph''s family," Baros responded quickly, managing his expression with ease. "Who wouldn''t know of Sir Randolph, the strongest knight in the North? I''m just a country bumpkin, so I couldn''t help but keep staring out of awe." In truth, Randolph was only the strongest knight in Deventor, but Baros subtly exaggerated. "I apologize if I was being rude. As a gesture of apology, I''ll give you an extra piece of underwear. It''s all I have to offer." No one would refuse a free gift. The woman giggled and accepted the undergarment. "Oh my, thank you so much. Hehehe." Effortlessly smoothing over the situation, Baros turned his gaze back to Randolph. ''With this, I''ve completed what the young master asked.'' A wicked smile crept onto his lips. ''Now I''m starting to see how I''ll handle that guy. Hehehehe.'' *** In one corner of the Jestarad estate stood a secluded private training ground. Such facilities were common in most noble households, not just the Jestarad family, because revealing the secret techniques of each family could lead to significant disadvantages. As Karnak stepped into the training ground, he voiced his curiosity. "Honestly, our family''s swordsmanship isn''t something that''s so amazing it needs to be hidden from others, right? Why bother building a place like this?" Baros waved his hand, disagreeing. "When third-rate fighters battle each other, even minor differences can make a huge impact. Of course, you need a facility like this." The Jestarad family''s traditional swordsmanship wasn''t worthless enough to be called third-rate. However, since both of them had experience in much higher circles, their standards were set accordingly. Locking the door to the training ground, Karnak joked. "Well, thanks to that, we''re able to train comfortably." Once Baros returned, Karnak immediately declared that he would begin intense training in preparation for the duel. He also sternly warned that no one but Baros was to come anywhere near the training ground. Since the fate of the estate was at stake, no one doubted Karnak''s insistence on keeping everything strictly confidential. After all, Baros had always been Karnak''s close aide, so it was only natural for them to work together. "With this, Baros, no one will find it suspicious if you suddenly become stronger, right?" At this point, Baros was merely a servant. If he were to suddenly transform into a first-class knight without any explanation, it would definitely raise eyebrows. Thus, they needed a scenario like, "While serving Karnak, Baros picked up martial arts by observing him and awakened his hidden talent!" "For now, let''s focus on what''s in front of us." Muttering to himself, Baros placed a set of plate mail armor in front of Karnak. "Put this on." Karnak picked up the chest piece of the armor and tilted his head in confusion. "How do I even wear this?" He had never worn armor in his life. As a necromancer, armor had only been a hindrance, so he never wore it. After becoming Astra Spiritus, his body was far stronger than any armor, making it even less necessary. "I''ll help you." Baros deftly assisted Karnak, securing the gauntlets and tightening the straps. Then, after stepping back, he nodded in approval. "You look quite imposing." "...You''re mocking me, aren''t you?" "Of course, I''m mocking you. How could I possibly be serious?" With his slender frame, Karnak in full armor looked no different from a heavily armed scarecrow. There was so much space inside the armor that it clanked loudly with every movement. Karnak glared at Baros. "I should have just turned you into a zombie or a ghoul." "Go ahead, if you can. But then, who would you have to keep you company, young master?" "Tsk." In any case, Karnak began to walk back and forth in the armor. He raised his arms, lifted his legs, and even drew the sword at his waist to give it a light swing. "What? It''s not as heavy as I thought." The knights he had encountered were always proud of how they could move nimbly despite wearing heavy armor. "Were they all just bluffing?" Baros responded as if it was obvious. "Well, for now, yes." No matter how heavy a suit of iron armor was, it wasn''t something that would render a person immobile just by wearing it. After all, it was made for people to wear, wasn''t it? "Try running nonstop for just five minutes in that outfit. I''m sure you''ll change your mind." Karnak''s face turned pale. "Run for five minutes? I can''t even run that long without armor!" Baros''s expression also stiffened. "What? It''s only five minutes. Are you telling me a healthy 20-year-old can''t run for five minutes without stopping?" The gap between someone who had spent over a century using only their mind and someone who had spent over a century using only their body was greater than either had anticipated. "That''s strange. You seemed to run quite well when you were escaping before." "I was using necromantic power back then." "You mean you actually used necromancy just to run through some mountain paths?" "It wasn''t really necromancy; I just used a bit of necromantic power to strengthen my body." "..." At a loss for words, Baros rubbed his forehead and sighed. "Ugh, we have a long way to go..." But now that they had come this far, there was no turning back. They had no choice but to press on. "Well then, let''s begin your knightly training!" "Let''s get this straight. This isn''t knight training." Karnak corrected him in a serious tone. "This is training to ''pretend'' to be a knight." Chapter 9 - 8: Esteemed Lord? Who? (4) Chapter 9: Chapter 8: Esteemed Lord? Who? (4) Baros spoke seriously to Karnak, who was awkwardly standing while wearing armor. "The first goal is very simple. Building up your stamina." No matter how exceptional the technique, it''s useless if your body can''t handle it. No, you won''t even be able to learn it in the first place. "Start running, along the edge of the training grounds." "That much..." Since it was an indoor training ground, the space wasn''t very large. It would take about 20 seconds? He could complete a lap in that time. Wearing armor definitely made his steps slower. "Huff, huff huff, isn''t that enough? What''s next?" Baros looked at Karnak, who was panting, with an expression that seemed to ask, "What are you doing?" "You still have 49 more laps to go." "Wait! You want me to run 50 laps?" "Did you really think it would end after just one lap?" "How can a person run 50 laps without resting?" "You sure talk a lot. Just keep running." "Ugh..." With a pained expression, Karnak started running again. He gritted his teeth and managed to endure for about 3 more laps. However, his running gradually slowed down. After around 5 laps, his vision started to blur. He was now moving closer to walking than running. By the 10th lap, his eyes started to darken. "Gah..." Karnak''s legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the floor. The loud clattering of his armor echoed throughout the training ground. Crash! "Ugh..." Baros covered his face with his hands. A wave of frustration washed over him. "I knew the young master had no stamina, but I didn''t expect it to be this bad..." He realized he would need to completely revise his plan. "We''ll have to delay strength training for now. First, we need to get you up to at least an average person''s stamina." Baros forcibly lifted Karnak up. "Come on, get up! Keep running!" "I-I really can''t run anymore." "Are you giving up? Shall we start preparing to flee in the night?" "Ugh..." Groaning, Karnak started moving his feet again. Baros was right. Things were too dire to give up now. "Yes! Run! Keep running!" *** Ten Days Later, Karnak shed tears of joy. "I-I did it!" He finally succeeded in running 50 laps around the training ground without stopping! It was truly a remarkable improvement. Of course, Baros was quick to cut him down. "You didn''t really run the whole time, did you? The last 10 laps were more like walking." "But I didn''t stop!" "Well, good job." Baros didn''t bother to nag any further. In fact, Karnak could genuinely be said to have taken his training seriously. For a body that had never exercised, to build up this much stamina in just ten days was no small feat. While Karnak''s efforts were commendable, a bigger factor was the ample nutrition he received after becoming wealthy. "See? Stuffing you with meat and letting you sleep well really helped build your stamina. No wonder rich knights are so strong." "It''s surprising to me too. I remember not having much of an appetite before." "Now, all our meals taste good." Usually, when you push your body too hard in a short time, you lose your appetite. But Karnak''s insatiable hunger, which seemed to be fueled by his very soul, had even surpassed the limits of his body! No matter how tired he was, he never missed a meal. If he felt bloated, he even took digestive aids to help him shovel food into his mouth. In terms of nutrition, he followed a model training. Thanks to that, his body had improved considerably; he had gone from being just a scarecrow to a "scarecrow with a bit more stuffing." Baros nodded as he looked Karnak up and down. "You''ve barely managed to become functional. Now we can start your stamina training." Karnak''s expression turned odd at the mention of stamina training. "Then what have I been doing until now?" "Rehabilitation." "..." "You should at least be able to move at full speed for 5 minutes while wearing armor." "I thought that''s what I just did?" Karnak had certainly run(?) well over 5 minutes in armor without stopping. "Do you think it''s the same as when a blade is swinging in front of you? At your current level, your legs will give out in less than 30 seconds." Feeling the creeping despair, Karnak protested. "Then when am I supposed to learn swordsmanship? There''s no time left." The duel was already less than twenty days away. "That''s why you need to hurry." Soothing his master with a mischievous grin, the faithful servant urged him on. "Now, let''s begin the real stamina training!" *** Karnak''s daily routine was simple. First, he got up in the morning and had breakfast. Then, he went straight to the training ground and relentlessly did push-ups, swung a heavy iron rod, squatted and stood up repeatedly, and so on. Afterward, he would rest, eat lunch, and head back to the training ground. His day consisted solely of eating, resting, and training¡ªnothing else. "Huff, huff, huff..." Today, too, as he swung the iron rod with all his might, Karnak suddenly glanced to the side. A blonde young man clad in heavy armor was swinging a greatsword, repeatedly practicing the same stance. Baros was in the same position, needing to build up his own body, so while training Karnak, he was also deeply engaged in his own training. "Hey, Baros." "Yes, young master." "Do all knights go through this kind of mindless training?" Baros raised an eyebrow. "That''s not knight training." "Really?" So, was he the only one being put through this grueling training? Karnak was about to protest. "That''s just a standard training course for regular soldiers. Knights wouldn''t train so lightly." "Huh..." Karnak slumped his shoulders in frustration. Come to think of it, despite being the Death King who had conquered the world, he had no memory of ever watching his knights or soldiers train. It made sense. They were all either skeletons, half-rotten corpses, evil spirits, or Death Knights, after all. On the other hand, Baros had fought alongside Karnak in a living body even before becoming undead. He was well-versed in the basics of body conditioning. "What I''m doing is knight training." Baros''s body had undergone even more changes than Karnak''s. He was force-feeding himself twice as much as Karnak and steadily building his body; the thickness of his arms alone was on another level. Karnak squinted enviously at him. "You bulk up quickly, huh? Why don''t I?" "This is still mostly just fat. Muscles don''t develop properly in just a few days, you know? If I keep training steadily, this will eventually turn into muscle." "From what I can see, you''re already stupidly bulky. No wonder knights are all so muscular." "This is still weaker than regular knights. It''s more like the level of a squire." "...Are all knights monsters?" Baros retorted as if the idea was absurd. "And who are you calling a monster, when you''re the one who commands skeletons to cut off people''s heads?" Despite all his efforts to build up his body and master techniques, Baros was still relentlessly overwhelmed by true masters. It was only later, after becoming a Death Knight through Karnak''s power, that he began to truly make a name for himself. "Don''t think you can slack off and take a break while pretending to do something else! You rest only when I permit it!" "Who''s the master and who''s the servant here?" Grumbling, Karnak diligently followed Baros''s instructions. Another week passed like this. Karnak''s stamina had improved to the point where he could move somewhat freely while wearing armor. Baros nodded in approval. "It''s time to start your sword training." There were only fifteen days left until the duel. *** Finally, he was permitted to draw a sword. Feeling a bit excited, Karnak drew the training longsword from his waist. "Can I finally start swinging the sword?" "Not yet." The task at hand for Karnak, now holding the sword, was this: "I''m not asking for much. Just stand properly and correctly." "Just that?" Though puzzled, Karnak raised his sword and assumed a stance, aiming at an imaginary enemy. And soon after, he realized that it was not "just that." He had to endure a barrage of corrections for what he thought was a simple stance. "Your arm is shaking." "Bend your knees more." "Shift your weight to your back foot." "Keep your eyes on the center of the opponent." "Relax your shoulders." "Put more strength into the arm holding the sword." Karnak, struggling and frustrated, finally snapped. "How am I supposed to put strength in my arm but relax my shoulders? Do you have your arm and shoulder attached separately?" "...Ugh, how do I even explain this?" After spending half a day, Karnak barely managed to get the stance right, though it would immediately fall apart if he lost focus. At this rate, there was no way he could deliver a proper strike. However, Baros decided to move on for now. "At your current level, even if you swing the sword correctly, you''ll still end up getting cut down." The goal of this training wasn''t to defeat Randolph in the duel. "But if you maintain this stance, at least you won''t get decapitated in a single blow." Baros picked up a large wooden club and pointed it at Karnak. "I''m going to attack you. Prepare yourself." Karnak''s eyes lit up as he tightened his grip on the sword. "You want me to counterattack?" "Counterattack..." Baros snorted, finding the idea absurd. "You''ll understand after you experience it." Suddenly, a heavy pain struck Karnak''s abdomen. Baros had abruptly jabbed him with the club. "Gah!" Despite the armor, the force penetrated, shaking his insides. Groaning, Karnak clutched his stomach with both arms. "It hurts, doesn''t it?" "Yeah!" "But you can''t just stand there holding your stomach. Get back into stance." Karnak ground his teeth and aimed his sword again, his eyes filled with murderous intent. ''This time, I''ll take advantage of the opening when the club comes in and land a hit!'' There was no such opening. Thwack! "Guh!" Karnak staggered back, having taken a blow to the shoulder. Baros spoke indifferently. "Get back into stance, I said." The beating continued relentlessly. Baros showed no mercy, thoroughly pummeling Karnak, who could do nothing but take the blows over and over. Counterattack? Not a chance. Before he could even think of attempting one, Baros''s follow-up strikes would come, completely shutting down any opportunity. Every attack targeted critical points¡ªhis shoulders, waist, knees¡ªdisrupting the movements at their core. From Karnak''s perspective, there was absolutely nothing he could do. "This is why knights can toy with ordinary people. It''s not because they have some superhuman reflexes or perfect vision that they can block or dodge every attack." Of course, there was some truth to that, but it wasn''t the whole story. "It''s because they can prevent their opponent from attacking altogether or force them to attack in a way they can easily counter. The less experience the opponent has, the easier it is." That''s why it was important to recover your stance quickly, even if it was disrupted by an attack. "At the very least, you''ll be able to avoid the next strike. I''m sure your duel with Sir Randolph will go exactly like this." "I see." Karnak nodded seriously and took a stance. He tried to prepare for the next blow when¡ª Thwack! He got hit again... "Hey! I can''t block the next strike even when I''m in stance!" "Not at your current level." "You said if I maintained my stance, Randolph wouldn''t be able to cut off my head!" "As if! If he wanted to, he could cut you down anytime." "Then why are we doing this training?" Baros grinned. "To make sure he doesn''t want to." Randolph, as Karnak had assessed, was someone with a strong desire for self-aggrandizement. He had the skill to thoroughly toy with his opponent, and with plenty of spectators watching, he wasn''t likely to just behead someone right away. "There''s a solid reason to believe this." The proof was Paralt, who had both his legs cut off. In a situation where Randolph could have easily taken his head, he chose to cut off both legs instead, something far more difficult. This clearly showed Randolph''s personality. "But if you lose your will to fight, it''s a different story." Toying with an opponent who has given up would look like bullying the weak. "The reason the previous family head, who was much weaker than young master Paralt, had his head cut off in one blow was because of this." The previous head of the house, Baron Krafut, had little proficiency in swordsmanship. It was said that he lost his will to fight the moment he faced Randolph. "If Randolph had toyed with such an opponent, it would''ve hurt his own reputation. So, he ended it honorably with a single blow." Thus, the current goal of Karnak''s training was clear. "You need to appear as someone who hasn''t lost their fighting spirit and won''t give up until the end. That way, he won''t kill you in one strike." S~ea??h the N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 10 - 9: Esteemed Lord? Who? (5) Chapter 10: Chapter 9: Esteemed Lord? Who? (5) Every day, Boras would beat and beat Karnak again. Every day, Karnak would get hit and get hit again. "I-I''m going to die...." Once again, Karnak sat down on the training ground floor with a tearful expression. His whole body ached from bruises. Every time he moved, it felt like his muscles were screaming in pain. Wasn''t he working hard enough to have improved a little by now? He hadn''t. He hadn''t learned anything in the first place. "Hey, shouldn''t you start teaching me something by now? Like how to at least deflect the blows if I can''t dodge them...." All he''d been doing was wearing armor, holding a sword, getting hit, and then getting back up like a roly-poly toy, over and over again. "Do you think deflecting is an easy skill?" Boras, now bulked up, lightly tapped Karnak''s shoulder with his club. "Only a month¡ªno, now there are just ten days left. With so little time, what could you possibly learn?" "Then what''s the point of this training?" "This is a process of getting used to the pain." Excellent swordsmanship? Great stamina? Ironclad toughness? Unshakeable mental fortitude? There was something more crucial to prepare for than any of these when a complete novice faced combat. "You need to get used to taking hits and being in life-threatening situations. Only then can you stay sane, and you need to stay sane to either fight or flee." Normally, one wouldn''t go through such a process separately. They would naturally pick it up during sparring. If someone had talent, they would get used to it quickly, and even without talent, their body would eventually adapt with time. "But right now, you don''t have time or talent, so we have to do it this way." It was a convincing answer. But just because it made sense didn''t mean his dissatisfaction disappeared. "What if I get seriously injured from all this?" Boras snorted. "I''m not hitting you hard enough to cause lasting damage. Besides, I''m just striking over the armor." Though his tone was arrogant, the truth was that Boras was more loyal to Karnak than anyone else. He was sincerely doing his best for his cherished master. "It''s only because you''ve never done anything physical that it seems so harsh. Actually, this isn''t even that rigorous of a training. I''m being careful with my strength." "But still, is it okay to train like this without resting for even a single day? I heard too much training can be bad." "That only applies after you''ve built up your body to some extent. At your current level, getting a good night''s sleep is more than enough rest." S§×arch* The N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. No matter how much Karnak argued, it was no use. "He''s got a real knack for talking back." Boras asked with a serious expression. "How would you feel if I started lecturing you about necromancy?" "It''d be utterly laughable, wouldn''t it?" "Yes, that''s exactly how I feel right now." "..." "So just shut up and get up. Time is ticking away, you know?" ** * On the fifth day of the brutal training. It was only with ten days left until the duel that Karnak finally began to learn swordsmanship. It was just the very basics of slashing and thrusting, though. Karnak continued to slash horizontally at Boras, letting out a battle cry. "Hah!" Boras easily deflected it with his club and shouted, "Louder with the battle cry!" Karnak attempted another thrust, raising his voice. "Tah!" Still, it seemed Boras was not satisfied. "Scream it louder! You don''t shout to put power into the strike! You shout so others can hear you!" Karnak tilted his head in confusion. "But isn''t the battle cry meant to help focus strength?" "That''s what it is for you." At Karnak''s current level, whether he let out a battle cry or roared like a lion, it would still only result in a feeble strike. The shout was merely a way of saying, ''I''m still ready to fight!'' "Here I come!" Boras kindly announced his attack, swinging his club. Perhaps the training hadn''t been entirely in vain, as Karnak quickly raised his shield to block. But he was sent flying along with the shield. "Urgh!" Thud, thud, thud! As his precious master rolled on the ground, his loyal servant offered heartfelt advice. "Don''t try to withstand a slash! Just roll on the ground, no matter what!" "...Isn''t that a bit embarrassing? Can''t I just stand my ground?" "Do you want to get sliced through along with your sword and armor?" "Yeah, I''ll roll." This routine of swinging his sword, blocking with his shield, and then rolling on the ground to dodge repeated over and over. For Karnak, who had never pushed his body to this extent in his entire life, it was an incredibly harsh training. "Oh, my poor back..." Karnak sighed deeply, rubbing his aching back. "Who would have thought I''d end up brawling with some brute in my lifetime?" "You should have at least picked up some swordsmanship as a hobby. You complained about being bored for a hundred years straight." "A hobby is something fun! What''s fun about sticking close to a sweaty guy and fighting close enough to hear each other breathing?" Before becoming the King of the Dead, during the time when he wandered while hiding his identity as a necromancer, he thoroughly pretended to be a mage. His tactics were the same. He always made sure to put distance between himself and his enemy, and then, from afar¡ªbang! He despised situations where he had to engage in close combat. "My usual tactic was to send out a meat shield and then take them out from behind." "I know that very well. I was that meat shield, after all." Though Karnak grumbled incessantly, he diligently committed to his training. As time passed, there were some results. Previously, he had looked like a shabby recluse, but now he appeared to be at least a shabby third- rate soldier. Thanks to this, he gained a bit of confidence. "At this point, I might actually have a bit of a chance, don''t you think? I''ve been working pretty hard." Even Boras acknowledged it willingly. "You have worked hard. At this rate, you won''t be killed immediately." "After all this suffering, that''s all you can say?" And so, the day of the duel drew closer and closer. Two days before the duel. "It seems you''re more or less prepared now." Boras, now holding a longsword instead of a club, spoke seriously. "We will proceed to the final stage." *** The second-in-command of the Empire of the Dead, Necropia. The strongest Death Knight on the surface, who had defeated three of the Four Martial Kings. These were the titles that had once described Boras. "But I wasn''t a superior warrior compared to the Four Martial Kings." In terms of strength, skill, mental fortitude, and experience, they were all superior to him. Nevertheless, the main reason he was able to win was entirely due to the overwhelming power of Karnak, the King of the Dead. "Heh, I guess I was pretty impressive." "Of course. You were so impressive that you went around possessing skulls, didn''t you?" Boras spoke with a hint of resentment as he continued addressing the boastful Karnak. "Couldn''t you have been a little less impressive? Then we could have been living it up, slicing steak and sipping wine." "If we had, we''d both be dead by now." In any case, it was true that Boras was a step below the Four Martial Kings. However, there was one area where he excelled far beyond the other Martial Kings. "I''m the best at tormenting the weak and killing them while shaming them. It''s how I''ve lived my entire life." "You''re a devious one." "You''re the one who ordered it, young master! You said that drawing out hatred and anger before killing them made for better undead, didn''t you?" Thanks to this, there was one thing he could predict with certainty. How Randolph would toy with Karnak and eventually force him to submit. "He''ll definitely play it out like this." Boras swung his longsword, pressing Karnak hard. "At first, he''ll probably mock you slowly like this." Karnak panicked and rolled on the ground. "Gah! You''re too fast!" Even though Boras claimed to be moving slowly, his strikes came at a speed that Karnak could barely perceive. Boras, still swinging his sword with ease, said calmly, "But now you can dodge, right?" Indeed, the training hadn''t been in vain. Though Karnak was rolling pathetically on the ground and taking hits on his armor, he somehow managed to avoid any direct blows. "Huff! Huff, huff!" Even while taking hits and rolling around, Karnak struggled to his feet and aimed his sword again. Seeing this, Boras smiled with satisfaction. "You''re moving quite well." "Really? Is it good?" "Yes, it''s perfect for toying with you." "..." "I''m genuinely complimenting you. Reaching this level isn''t easy, you know?" Regardless, Randolph would be quite pleased to face such a determined Karnak. After all, it wouldn''t look good if he appeared to be overly bullying a weaker opponent in a duel trial. "He''ll probably try to finish it off slowly." Even so, Randolph wouldn''t go straight for the kill. "The best scenario for him would be to force you to your knees and make you admit defeat. That way, he can leave your execution to the priests and maintain his honor as a knight." So, Randolph''s target would likely be Karnak''s legs. "Even if your arms are cut, you can stay standing through sheer willpower. But if your legs are cut, there''s no willpower left¡ªyou just kneel." Boras''s movements suddenly changed. In an instant, his entire figure blurred, and a flash of light streaked toward Karnak''s knees. "Gah!" There wasn''t even time to react. Karnak froze in place, and Boras smiled broadly at the sight. "He''ll try to cut your legs like this." "...And I have to stop that?" "Yes." "I''m not sure I can." "If you know what part he''s aiming for in advance, you should be able to block it at least once. Of course, we''ll practice it repeatedly." Boras continued, emphasizing that this was Karnak''s only chance to counterattack. "Of course, even if your opponent shows an opening, you can''t just swing your sword recklessly and expect them to take the hit." At this moment, Karnak would need to use a truly powerful and precise sword technique. "So...." Boras lowered his stance, reversing his grip on the longsword and placing the blade on the ground. This naturally positioned him in a defensive stance, protecting both knees. "The technique you need to learn now is this." He then swung the sword diagonally upward, as if scooping it up, while switching the grip between his hands. After cutting through the air in front of him, he switched from a two-handed grip to a one-handed one, extending his shoulder to increase his reach. At the same time, he added rotational force and swung upward once more! Slash! Slash! The air seemed to tear with a series of sharp sounds. "Double Upward Slash, Overkill." Boras calmly murmured to Karnak, who stared wide-eyed in astonishment. "It''s one of the secret sword techniques of Laven Strauss, the Martial King of Delphiad." "..." Karnak blinked repeatedly, speechless. In the past, he wouldn''t have recognized how impressive this technique was¡ªhe''d never even wielded a sword before. But after swinging a sword countless times over the past few days, he could now appreciate just how advanced the technique Boras had demonstrated was. "And you expect me to do that?" "Yes." "Then you should''ve taught it to me earlier! There are only two days left¡ªhow am I supposed to master something like that?" "A day is enough." Boras remained as composed as ever. "You''re not going to master it; you just need to imitate it." Mastering a technique means repeating it thousands, even tens of thousands of times, until it becomes so ingrained in your body that you move instinctively, without needing to think. "I''m not expecting that level of proficiency. You just need to mimic the technique convincingly in the specific situation." "Is that really okay?" "Normally, no." But for Karnak, it wouldn''t be a problem. "After all, once this is over, you won''t need to hold a sword again. It''s actually more efficient to cram it all in one day and then forget it afterward." "Is that so?" Uncertain, Karnak gripped his sword. "Alright, I''ll give it a try." He placed the blade on the ground, his eyes focused as he swung the sword upward! ¨C Overkill! The longsword flew far off, tumbling into a corner of the training ground. He had lost his grip on the sword. The technique involved changing grips several times, causing his fingers to fumble. "...Can I really pull this off?" Boras remained confident. "Don''t worry. I planned all this according to your level." "And what level do you think I''m at?" "Like a 16-year-old noble girl who''s only ever done embroidery at home." "You damn bastard..." *** Despite his grumbling, Karnak diligently followed Boras''s instructions in his training. Two days passed like that, and finally, the morning sun rose. The day had arrived¡ªthe day that would decide the fate of the Jestarad Barony and Karnak''s very life. It was the day of Alium''s Duel Trial. [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 11 - 10: Duel Trial (1) Chapter 11: Chapter 10: Duel Trial (1) A full-length mirror adorned with silver and bronze. Reflected in it was the image of a man, stripped to the waist. At a glance, his physique seemed ordinary. A moderately built body with just the right amount of flesh and muscle, neither particularly large nor small. If you brought any young man and had him undress, he would look similar. However, Karnak felt a deep sense of satisfaction. "Wow, my body has really improved, hasn''t it?" He smiled brightly, flexing his muscles. His body, which had always been somewhere between a weakling and dried fish, now looked quite human. "Aren''t these muscles pretty decent, Boras?" As Karnak admired the results of his intense training, his loyal servant sincerely responded. "After rolling around like that, any man should have at least that much muscle. No, even a woman would reach that level. You''ve been eating a lot of meat, after all." "Considering I''ve changed this much in just a month, can''t you at least give me some praise?" "How little must you have moved before if you changed so much in just one month? Please, be aware of your own limits." Karnak paused in slight bewilderment. Boras'' usual attitude was arrogant as always, but something felt different. Realizing the reason, Karnak patted Boras on the shoulder. "Don''t worry too much. It''ll be fine." Karnak would soon face Randolph in a duel trial. Boras was understandably anxious about this. "How can I not worry?" No matter how well-prepared one might be, the world is unpredictable. "If things don''t go as planned, use necromancy right away. Just kill everyone watching and run." "Ah, that would just be repeating the past, wouldn''t it?" "Isn''t that better than dying on the spot? Winning the duel won''t mean much if you lose your head first." For most people, losing their head would be the end, but Karnak was different. Even if killed, he could use necromancy to resurrect as an undead. Though he would lose human sensations in exchange. "Even if I flee, I have to escape alive. I gave up everything and came back because I wanted to live like a human." "Fine, fine." Soothing Boras, Karnak turned his head. He saw the armor, longsword, and shield standing in one corner of the room. These were the weapons Boras had meticulously prepared for this day. As he moved towards them, Karnak murmured seriously, "Let''s go, to the dueling ground." *** The temporary arena for the duel trial had been set up in the northern plains where Alium''s temple was located. This area, on the border between the Jestarad and Deventor territories, was usually a place where few people ventured. Aside from priests and shepherds, almost no one frequented this location. But now, a large crowd had gathered. Boras, upon arriving at the arena, looked around with his mouth agape. "Wow, there are way more spectators than I expected!" On both sides of the arena were people from the Jestarad Barony and the Deventor Barony, along with priests of Alium who were there to oversee the trial. The crowd easily exceeded a hundred people. Karnak, dressed in armor, moved forward and whispered quietly, "Of course. This is a duel that will determine the fate of the territories." "This isn''t the time to be speaking like it''s someone else''s problem, is it?" Still unable to hide his worried expression, Boras asked, "If things go wrong, do you think you can escape?" "With this number, it''s definitely possible." Finally, Boras let out a sigh of relief at Karnak''s calm demeanor. Inwardly, Karnak gave a bitter smile. ''Well, it''s not exactly a lie.'' He was confident he could escape. But he had no confidence in killing them all. ''If I run, my identity will be exposed immediately.'' He knew all too well what it would mean to live the rest of his life as a necromancer, constantly hunted. ''I have no choice but to win this duel.'' Amidst the bustling atmosphere, Karnak walked towards the entrance of the arena. As he moved, the people of the barony wiped their tears and offered prayers. "Oh, young master..." "May Alium watch over our lord..." "Please avenge the previous head of the family!" The response was more positive than he had expected. They weren''t treating him as if he were already dead; they genuinely believed there was a chance he could win. To Karnak, this was laughable. Logically speaking, how could a clueless scholar who had trained in secret for only three months possibly defeat a seasoned knight? ''I must''ve really talked them up well.'' Then again, if he had intended to use necromancy during the duel, it made sense that his confidence had rubbed off on those around him. ''Though they don''t realize that would''ve been the path to ruin, sigh...'' Soon, a priest appeared in the center of the arena. The middle-aged priest raised his hand to quiet the crowd. "Silence before the authority of Alium!" The surroundings quickly fell silent. The trial had begun. "Both sides have claimed that the other''s evidence is false, so under the great protection of Alium, the truth shall be revealed!" The priest''s voice rang out. "Lord of Jestarad, duelist Karnak, step forward before the Goddess!" Karnak entered the arena. Clad in gleaming steel armor and carrying a shield bearing his family''s crest, he cut an impressive figure. Cheers erupted from the Jestarad side. "Waaah!" The priest''s voice echoed once more. "Sir Randolph, duelist of Deventor, step forward before the Goddess!" Another round of cheers erupted, this time from the Deventor side. "Waaah!" Amid the applause, a large man stepped into the arena. It was Randolph, dressed in simple everyday clothing. Unlike Karnak, he wore no armor and carried no shield. He had only a large, familiar greatsword strapped to his back. This was a prearranged agreement. Given the skill levels of both sides, this was deemed necessary for the duel to be fair. Of course, even with these conditions, Randolph still had a significant advantage. This was evident in the confident smile that remained on his face. The two men walked slowly until they finally stood face-to-face in the center of the arena. Holding up a holy relic of Alium, the priest asked, "Duelists, do you swear to fight honorably in the name of Alium?" Karnak drew his sword and brought it before his helmet as he answered, "I swear upon the honor of Jestarad!" Randolph did not draw his sword. Instead, he simply declared with arrogance, "I swear upon the honor of Deventor!" Nodding, the priest stepped back. "Under the protection of the Goddess, the scales of justice shall tip." The middle-aged priest, now outside the arena, made one final proclamation. "Let the duel trial begin!" *** Randolph drew the sword from his back. Shrring! The chilling sound of steel slicing through the air was unnervingly sharp. Though the sword wasn''t particularly large, the sound made Karnak''s body instinctively tense. But Karnak did not flinch. He had anticipated this, and Boras had made sure to repeatedly practice drawing and sheathing the sword to produce the intimidating shrring sound. "Youngling of Jestarad." Letting his sword hang loosely, Randolph sneered viciously. "I don''t know what you''ve been up to these past three months..." He casually stepped forward. At the same time, a slash aimed at Karnak''s shoulder came flying in. Karnak swiftly raised his shield to block. Thud! With a clash of metal, Karnak was pushed back several steps. But he didn''t fall. Randolph didn''t seem particularly surprised that his attack had been blocked. In fact, it was a strike so light that it would have been surprising if Karnak hadn''t blocked it. "The path of the sword isn''t so shallow that it can be mastered in just a few months." Randolph sneered as he pressed his attack, while Karnak responded seriously. After blocking Randolph''s strikes with his shield, Karnak would counterattack. But Randolph would easily dodge and launch another strike. Karnak would block again with his shield and then counter once more. Clang, clang! The sound of clashing steel echoed as the exchange continued. To an observer, it seemed like a fairly impressive duel, prompting cheers from the Jestarad side. "Ooooh!" "The young master is fighting well!" "He''s not the young master anymore! We should call him Lord!" Karnak, too, felt a sense of relief. ''Luckily, the opening has gone as Boras predicted.'' Randolph''s attacks weren''t particularly fast or powerful. They were clearly intended to gauge Karnak''s skill level. Even the trajectory of the attacks was so predictable that Karnak could easily block them by following his training. So, there was only one thing for him to do. He let out the loudest battle cry he could muster... "Take this!" ...and with every ounce of his strength and determination, he showed a fearless spirit, as if he had no regard for his own life. Clang! Clang! Clang! Several more strikes were exchanged before Randolph muttered with satisfaction, "Your resolve is impressive." Sear?h the n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. To be honest, Karnak''s skill was nothing special. He couldn''t be considered a proper knight. In fact, he wasn''t even at the level of a competent soldier. But his attitude towards the fight was commendable. ''This should be enough to make this duel trial seem legitimate.'' Randolph''s swordsmanship stepped up a level. A more forceful and deliberate strike came straight at Karnak. "Hup!" If he tried to block it with his shield, it seemed likely that he''d be cut down entirely. But Karnak wasn''t fazed. ''Just as expected!'' As if he had been waiting for this moment, Karnak threw himself to the ground and rolled away. "Huh?" Randolph was momentarily taken aback. He hadn''t expected his opponent to dodge so pathetically. On the battlefield, this would have been the moment to simply chase after Karnak and stab him to end the fight. ''But this is a duel, and such a move would be inappropriate...'' So, Randolph waited for Karnak to get back up. Then he swung his sword again... Roll! "Huh?" ...only for Karnak to roll away again. Randolph swung once more... Roll, roll, roll! "This little...?" Randolph was both baffled and starting to get a bit irritated. Did Karnak really think that rolling around would eventually give him an opening to win? ''Does he really think so little of a knight''s honor?'' Randolph''s demeanor shifted slightly. "This... seems like it requires a bit more seriousness." He was moving from merely testing his opponent to applying a bit more pressure. Any experienced warrior would know that a more serious assault was about to begin. Of course, Karnak had no experience in swordsmanship. He wasn''t even aware that Randolph''s attitude had changed. But what Karnak did have was a loyal servant overflowing with combat experience. "Young master!" Boras shouted out. It was the prearranged signal. ''Ah, is it now?'' Honestly, Karnak couldn''t tell what had changed, but if Boras said it was time, then it was. Suddenly, Karnak dropped his shield. "Huh?" Randolph was momentarily taken aback. ''Has he lost his mind, discarding his shield like that?'' Of course, in reality, it didn''t matter whether Karnak had a shield or not. If Randolph wanted to, he could take Karnak''s head at any moment. But that was from Randolph''s perspective, not something Karnak should be doing. With his shield discarded, Karnak assumed a formal stance. "I shall take this seriously as well, Sir Randolph!" He gripped his longsword with both hands and pointed it at his opponent. It was a stance that Boras had painstakingly drilled into him over the course of half a day. A murmur spread through the ranks of the Deventor knights. "What?" "That stance..." "Could it be?" This wasn''t the swordsmanship of the Jestarad family. It was a far more renowned technique, particularly in the northern part of the Kingdom of Yustil, where any knight worth their salt would recognize it. Randolph muttered in disbelief, "Delphiad Swordsmanship?" [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 12 - 11: Duel Trial (2) Chapter 12: Chapter 11: Duel Trial (2) Delphiad Swordsmanship. One of the legendary swordsmanship techniques passed down through the generations of the Strauss family, a martial arts family renowned across the continent. It was said that Gallard Strauss, the current family head, mastered this Delphiad Swordsmanship to its peak and ascended to the position of Martial King. "The Martial King''s swordsmanship...." Randolph was thrown into confusion. The other knights watching the duel were in the same state. It wasn''t just because the opponent had brought out the legendary Martial King''s swordsmanship. ''Who wouldn''t know that technique?'' Delphiad Swordsmanship was widely known across the continent. At least, the basic form of it was. It was such a famous technique that many tried to imitate it. And everyone reached the same conclusion: ¨C This is pointless for us to learn. Delphiad Swordsmanship''s true strength only became apparent after mastering battle aura. Its methods of utilizing aura were so profound and powerful that it gained its renowned reputation, but before that stage, it was actually inferior to even ordinary third-rate swordsmanship. However, since it was extremely effective in laying the foundations, it was often taught to squires as an introductory course among knights. But now, it had been brought out in this duel? ''What is this? Is there some hidden plan?'' Had he somehow acquired the true Delphiad Swordsmanship, the secret of secrets involving aura manipulation, that was unknown to the public? Was that why he entered the duel with such confidence? ''After just three months of practice?'' Three months wasn''t even enough time to properly learn the basics, let alone master aura techniques. ''This doesn''t add up.'' Randolph furrowed his brow, unable to understand. The spectators began to murmur. "What''s that?" "They say that''s the Martial King''s swordsmanship." "You mean that legendary Martial King?" "Oh my, then isn''t Sir Randolph in big trouble?" Indeed. Just as a layman couldn''t understand an expert, an expert couldn''t understand a layman. Every knight knew this: Even learning third-rate swordsmanship takes years, and with a top-tier technique like Delphiad Swordsmanship, even a lifetime might not be enough. But a layman would think like this: With a technique like the Martial King''s swordsmanship, wouldn''t a few months of training be enough to easily defeat someone who had trained for years with third-rate swordsmanship? This wasn''t completely unfounded either. Sometimes, even young direct descendants of the Strauss family would effortlessly defeat seasoned knights. But that was only because they were geniuses among geniuses, not because Delphiad Swordsmanship could turn an ordinary person into a top-tier swordsman in just a few months. ''So then....'' Randolph, having grasped the situation, let out a dry chuckle. ''So, a clueless bookworm somehow got his hands on the Martial King''s swordsmanship manual, thought it was some incredible opportunity, and after three months of half-hearted practice, decided to stand before me?'' Now, everything made sense. "Kuk, kukukuk!" Giggling, he straightened his back. ''It''s not a bad story.'' With the Martial King''s swordsmanship as a backdrop, the duel trial could end more convincingly. With his sword pointed, Randolph shouted triumphantly. "New lord of Jestarad! In the name of Alium, I will bring justice!" ** * Observing the reactions around him, Karnak sighed in relief. ''Phew, this should cover up my actions over the past three months.'' Of course, he knew nothing about Delphiad Swordsmanship. All he could manage was the basic form. The reason he resorted to this was to clean up the mess left by the Karnak of this time period. He had been away from home for several months, claiming he would gain power. Therefore, he needed a basis for his confidence. Normally, he would have passed as a mage, which wouldn''t have been a problem, but since he was presenting himself as a knight, he needed a suitable excuse. So, he asked his loyal attendant. "Boras." "Yes, young master?" "Is there anything like this? A swordsmanship technique so incredible that just obtaining it would shock everyone, that is also easily recognizable, and something I could imitate?" Even as he asked, he found it absurd. If it''s so rare that everyone would be shocked just by obtaining it, it would be an extremely rare swordsmanship technique. Such a rare technique should also be easily recognizable by these rural knights? And despite its power, it had to be something that even a weakling like Karnak could imitate? "If there isn''t anything, never mind. I wasn''t really expecting much..." "There is." "Huh?" "There is, a technique like that." Boras had walked the path of martial arts for over a hundred years. The number of swordsmanship techniques he had collected from across the continent during that immense time was no small amount. "Sir Laven''s Delphiad Swordsmanship fits those conditions perfectly. At this point, Sir Gallard would be the Martial King." "You know how to use it?" "More or less." Out of the four renowned Martial Kings, three had fallen to Boras. And their martial arts were passed down to him in their entirety. It wasn''t because Boras was some once-in-a-century genius who could steal techniques while crossing swords. "I just asked them to teach me, and they did." They were resurrected as Death Knights after their defeat, becoming the loyal subordinates of the Death King. As subordinates of Boras, the Death Knight Lord, they would obediently comply if he simply ordered them to teach him. "Thanks to that, I managed to learn the techniques of all the Martial Kings except for Laficel." There was a reason he couldn''t learn Laficel''s techniques. Karnak hadn''t turned her into a Death Knight. Laficel Crot¨¦um, the sole woman among the four Martial Kings. She was truly a great hero of humanity. Even in a hopeless situation where all the other Martial Kings had fallen and the three Archmages had become loyal followers of the Death King, she never gave up and fought to the end, inflicting significant damage on Karnak. And she met a particularly harsh fate, befitting her heroic deeds. After her defeat, Karnak made her gatekeeper of the Necropolis in the Imperial Palace, with her remains stationed at the eastern, western, and southern gates. It might seem absurd to think someone could guard three locations simultaneously, but with necromancy involved, it made sense. Her bones were stripped and raised as skeleton soldiers to guard the eastern gate. Her flesh was separated and crafted into a flesh golem to guard the western gate. Her soul was split and bound to a living armor, guarding the southern gate. It was a punishment of eternal suffering, neither truly dead nor alive. Recalling that time, Karnak clicked his tongue. "Wow, I was really a terrible person, wasn''t I? Why didn''t I feel anything like this back then?" "Maybe it''s because you''ve returned to a human body now?" "Right? It''s better to live like a human after all. No doubt about it." Given the casual nature of their conversation, it seemed living like a proper human was still a distant goal. Unfortunately, neither the master nor the servant had yet become fully human. In any case, the Martial King''s swordsmanship was the perfect facade for a young man to deceive others into thinking he had gained power. Even after the duel, there would likely be no suspicion. ''The only remaining issue is....'' Karnak swallowed hard as he gripped his sword. ''I just need to survive.'' ** * As Karnak discarded his shield, he managed to demonstrate a somewhat convincing basic form of the Delphiad Swordsmanship. And in return, he began to take a beating. "Kuk! Kuek! Kuek!" With the shield, he could at least block the attacks, making it somewhat easier. But now, he had to block them with just his sword. Randolph suddenly closed the distance. And then did something. What did he do? From Karnak''s perspective, he had no idea. There was a flash, so he knew a sword had been swung, but that was the extent of his understanding. "Krrgh!" Sparks flew off his armor. Randolph''s strike had landed on him once more. The only silver lining was that the blow struck his armor, turning what could have been a slashing wound into a blunt impact. Karnak was sent flying from the force of the blow, rolling across the ground once again. "Hmph! You''re doing that again..." Randolph''s words were cut short. There was something different this time compared to how he had rolled before. ''Huh?'' Earlier, he had just tumbled aimlessly. But now? "It''s not over yet!" Karnak rolled, but then smoothly sat up and pointed his sword once more. "Come! Knight of Deventor!" He hadn''t fully stood up; he was kneeling on one knee with his sword aimed forward. Yet, his form looked surprisingly convincing. It resembled an eagle lowering its stance as it prepared to strike its prey. On top of that, he was shouting with confidence. "Do you think you can bring down the bloodline of Jestarad with this level of skill?" He was so brazen that even Randolph was momentarily confused. ''What''s he talking about? I''ve already beaten him!'' But, no matter. He just needed to chase him down and finish him off. As the lord of a territory, the man was wearing top-quality armor. Even if Randolph went a bit overboard, it wouldn''t be easy for him to die ungracefully. ''Let''s wear him out first.'' A fierce slash struck Karnak''s armor like a whip. Karnak groaned and continued to roll on the ground. "Kuk! Kuek! Kuk!" However, he wasn''t sustaining any fatal injuries. The moment he was hit, he would throw his body to the ground without hesitation, so the impact would penetrate, but it wouldn''t pierce through his armor. And then, he would rise again, lifting only his upper body, striking a pose, and loudly proclaiming, "The sword of Jestarad will not break!" Randolph''s eyes flashed with intrigue. "Surprisingly, your defense is pretty solid. Is this the parrying technique of Delphiad Swordsmanship?" Karnak scoffed inwardly. ''What a ridiculous man. As if I could do something like that.'' Boras was right after all. Being just a rural knight, Randolph''s judgment was lacking. Karnak''s confidence surged. With a shout, he reignited his fighting spirit. "Tahaaaat!" *** Boras was watching with satisfaction. ''You''re quite good at parrying. I guess I did a decent job teaching you.'' Karnak wasn''t aware of it, but he was indeed using his armor to execute a technique that deflected Randolph''s slashes. Without this technique, no matter how sturdy the armor was, it wouldn''t have endured such a relentless onslaught. Boras had trained him by intentionally guiding him to react in that way while being struck. At a beginner''s level, being aware of such facts would only hinder his ability to perform even what he could manage, so Boras had deliberately kept that knowledge from Karnak. ''His bravado is far better than I expected.'' Sear?h the N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. He was still getting hit. He was still being sent flying and rolling on the ground. Yet, despite all that, his expression remained supremely confident, and his eyes shone with a sharp intensity as if he could conquer the world! "The sword of Jestarad will not break!" Hearing Karnak''s shout, Boras let out a faint chuckle. ''Well, bluffing was always your specialty, wasn''t it? No wonder you''re good at it.'' Necromancers, by nature, are a profession built on a lot of pretense. The effectiveness of their dark arts is greatly enhanced by creating a gloomy and evil atmosphere to instill fear in their opponents. In his prime, Karnak had almost turned pretending to have power into a habit. That long-practiced skill was now proving useful. "Come at me, Sir Randolph!" With one knee on the ground and his sword pointed forward, he struck a pose! It looked convincing, at least to an untrained eye, as if it had been a genuine technique all along! And with his whole body, he declared: I haven''t fallen! I''m still fighting evenly with my opponent! The spectators were in awe of his valiant (or so it seemed) display. "Oooooh!" "To think the young master is this strong!" The knights were impressed in a different sense. The knights of Deventor paid their respects to Karnak''s perseverance... "This young master, I see what he''s aiming for." "If he''s destined to lose anyway, he''s trying to protect his family''s honor as much as possible?" "Though he lacks skill, his noble spirit is admirable." The knights of Jestarad were even moved to tears. ''To think I once treated such a man as a mere wastrel...'' ''It was my mistake. Even if he lacks skill, he is more than worthy to be served as our lord!'' How could a lack of skill be a flaw? His spirit was imbued with the true nobility and honor of a knight! ** * Contrary to the surrounding evaluations, Karnak himself was in agony. ''Ugh, how long do I have to keep this up?'' Randolph was reacting just as Boras had predicted. Thanks to that, he was managing to hold on as he had practiced. But even that had its limits. After just a month of rushed training, he was nearing his breaking point. ''When will my chance come, Boras?'' Fortunately, Randolph''s patience was also within Boras''s expectations. ''Good, the duel has ripened enough.'' Randolph, deciding to end it, adjusted his grip on his sword lightly. At that moment, Boras shouted again. "Young Master!" ''Ah, is it now?'' Karnak''s face lit up as he surged forward. At the same time, Randolph''s massive frame also moved, closing the distance in an instant. Randolph did something as he approached. What did he do? Just like before, Karnak couldn''t quite tell. He simply charged forward, counting in his head. ''One, two, three!'' Then, suddenly, he thrust his sword into the ground! Clang! The clash of blades sent sparks flying. Randolph''s eyes widened in shock. ''He blocked that?'' He had intended to confuse Karnak''s vision with a light feint before slashing at his legs, but to his surprise, his opponent wasn''t deceived at all and had accurately blocked the low slash! This greenhorn, who was practically a novice in swordsmanship! ''What in the world...?'' As Randolph hesitated, momentarily taken aback. ''This is my chance!'' Karnak''s movements became quicker. "Taaah!" With a double upward slash, the Overkill. The technique he had practiced tirelessly all day, the finishing move of the future Martial King, Laven Strauss, filled the air with radiant light. [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 13 - 12: Duel Trial (3) Chapter 13: Chapter 12: Duel Trial (3) Two streaks of sword light tore through the air. A terrifying light rushed toward Randolph, drawing the shape of two crescent moons. "...Gah!" Randolph twisted his body in fright. This time, he was truly caught off guard. And then... "Ah!" The crowd let out a sigh. Randolph''s chest was slightly torn. Red droplets of blood seeped out, staining his clothes. It had missed. And by quite a bit. The priests who were watching shook their heads. "How unfortunate..." "Such a shame." It was a strike aimed with all his might, targeting a crucial opening. It was a remarkable technique, worthy of being called a master stroke. But the skill was far too unrefined. Any regular knight could have unconsciously avoided it. One of the Jestarad knights murmured in dismay. "As expected, there''s no such thing as a miracle..." Karnak had tried. From early morning, he had thrown himself into training, sweating blood all day long, to the point where it was hard to believe he was the same scoundrel they once knew. He had put in repeated effort after effort. Even those who had no favorable feelings toward him began to harbor hope, seeing how he gave his all within the given time. But the result was no more than a shallow cut, like that of a cat''s scratch. "Hah, haha..." Randolph chuckled bitterly as he raised his sword. "Not bad. For someone of your level, you''ve done your best." The knights turned their heads away. This was reality. No matter how hard one tries, before overwhelming skill, there was nothing one could do. "The world is truly..." One of the knights murmured sorrowfully. "...brutally unfair." *** Boras was quite satisfied. ''Lucky.'' He was incredibly lucky. ''It''s not easy for things to go exactly as expected like this.'' Unfair? In what way? Karnak had tried his best for a month, but any regular knight puts in that much effort. And they do it for decades. Moreover, his opponent was Randolph, the strongest knight in Deventor. A man born with talent, who had risen to his position through rigorous training since childhood. If someone like him were to lose his life to a hastily learned skill, it would only prove that effort was meaningless. ''Indeed, it wouldn''t be right to call something like that unfair.'' Boras faintly smiled. ''The real unfairness starts now.'' ** * "Ah, this is just..." Randolph was dumbfounded. "They say even a cornered rat will bite a cat. To think I''d end up in this situation." He had allowed Karnak, someone he considered beneath him, to land a strike. Moreover, he had even drawn a bit of blood. While it wasn''t a big deal, it was enough to irritate Randolph. He could already imagine his fellow knights mocking him over drinks for days to come. "I''m going to be the butt of jokes for a while. Damn it." He was just about to finish things off. Karnak, with his head lowered, spoke in a small, almost whispering voice. "Your opponent put his life on the line, and you''re only worried about being mocked? I''m glad I don''t have to feel guilty." "Hmm?" For a moment, Randolph was puzzled. ''Guilty? Who would feel guilty toward whom?'' Karnak grinned. "To be honest, I don''t really know what that feeling is either." Suddenly, something surged from Randolph''s entire body. Fwoosh! Startled, he looked down at himself. From the slight tear in his clothes, a dark shadow erupted. The darkness quickly spread, forming a massive shape that engulfed the surroundings. "W-What is this?" Seizing the opportunity, Karnak thrust his sword forward. "Taaah!" Of course, he was immediately kicked away. No matter how panicked his opponent was, there was no way he could overcome a trained knight. Thud! The problem was that Karnak was sent flying more than five meters away by that kick. "Hah!" The entire audience gasped in shock. To send a grown man, clad in full plate armor, flying with a single kick? This was a feat of strength impossible for any human who had not awakened to the use of aura! "What''s with that strength?" "And that black thing?" "It looks like... the shape of a demon..." The astonishment rippled through the entire arena like a wave. A priest''s shout echoed out. "N-Necromancy!" *** Shouts rang out from all around. "Necromancy?" "Is that what necromancy is supposed to look like?" "My God! How could such an evil force come from Sir Randolph?" Randolph was in a state of extreme confusion. "Necromancy? Who? Me?" Necromancy? He had only heard of it; he didn''t even really know what it was. So why was something like that surging from his body? And why did his strength suddenly increase? S§×ar?h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Gripping his sword, he looked around frantically. "No, I, uh..." As if in response to his movements, the black energy surged even higher, forming dark wings and coating his blade in shadow. At just the right moment, Boras shouted. "Demonic wings! That guy is trying to escape!" It was only then that the priests of Alium snapped back to their senses and quickly sprang into action. "Judges! Restrain him at once!" Armed battle priests surged into the arena. These were the ones who had been on standby to carry out the execution after the Duel Trial. "In the name of Alium!" "Deliver the judgment of justice upon the unholy being!" Holy light flashed from all sides as spears and swords flew toward Randolph. In his confusion, Randolph began to wail. "Aaaaahhhh!" *** A black giant rampaged. "Aaahhhh!" Each time, the battle priests were sent flying in all directions. With each swing, they were hurled several meters away, a scene far beyond what any ordinary human could produce. "This is true necromancy!" "You demon!" Fueled by their hatred for necromancers, the battle priests relentlessly pressed Randolph. Swinging his greatsword wildly, Randolph wailed and wailed again. "Aaahhhh!" What is this? What the hell is going on? Why is this happening? He wanted to scream out in frustration, but his mind was paralyzed, and the words wouldn''t come. All that poured out were his raw emotions, erupting into a roar. "Urrgh!" But that outburst didn''t last long. The black energy, which had flared up like a seizure, quickly diminished. At the same time, Randolph''s monstrous strength faded away. "He''s weakening!" "Seize him now!" Even so, they still couldn''t capture him. Even without necromancy, Randolph had always been the strongest knight in Deventor. With his innate power, he continued to rampage like a wild boar, lashing out in his fury. "Aaaahhhh!" In the end, the battle priests abandoned their attempts to capture him and switched to eliminating him. From all sides, blades aimed at Randolph''s vital points. Without his armor, Randolph couldn''t fend off all the attacks. Blades pierced and cut him repeatedly. He was slashed and slashed again. "Aaaargh!" With a final, desperate cry, Randolph eventually lost his life in the middle of the arena. Watching Randolph take his last breath, Karnak let out a bitter smile. ''I didn''t expect things to go this smoothly.'' Originally, he thought Randolph would be subdued and dragged to the temple. If that happened, there was a risk of the truth being discovered, so he had instructed Boras to step in and kill him before that could happen... ''I didn''t realize that guy would be so incapable of controlling his temper. Well, I guess I can understand.'' Randolph, driven to the brink by the injustice that gnawed at his very bones, had rampaged like a wounded wild boar, forcing the situation to be resolved here and now. ''Still, I have to do what needs to be done. Ugh, this hurts...'' After being sent flying five meters, even the best armor couldn''t prevent the lingering aftereffects. Thanks to Boras''s relentless drilling, Karnak had managed to perform a proper landing technique just in time, or else he might have broken something. Staggering as he got to his feet, Karnak shouted out. "Priests of Alium! What is the outcome of this Duel Trial?" The priests, who had been standing around Randolph''s corpse in confusion, now wore grim expressions. ''A Duel Trial? Is that really the issue right now?'' ''A forbidden curse, a seed of unspeakable evil, has sprouted here!'' But then they realized¡ªit ''was'' important. This was a sacred trial in the name of Alium. Concluding it properly was also a priest''s duty. A judge, forcing himself to remain composed, raised his right hand and began to declare. "The duelist from Deventor has committed an unforgivable sin by bringing such foul evil into this sacred Duel Trial! This is a heinous affront to the Goddess herself!" The priest''s voice echoed throughout the arena. "I hereby declare Baron Karnak Jestarad the victor!" There was no cheering. Only a heavy silence hung in the air. Everyone stood in fearful awe, silently staring at the corpse in the arena. *** The Viscount''s family of Deventor was in an uproar. A knight of their house had been linked to necromancy¡ªconcerns about the copper mine were now the least of their worries. The main temple of the Church of Alium sent priests directly to the Viscount''s estate to conduct a thorough investigation, searching for any further traces of necromancy. In Randolph''s quarters, they discovered a handkerchief with necromantic symbols, undergarments stitched with sinister charms¡ªclear evidence that he had consorted with the dark forces. Randolph''s younger sister insisted that these were items she had purchased from an unknown traveling merchant and that they had nothing to do with Randolph, but this only heightened suspicion toward her. Interrogations extended to her, the other knights, their families, and even the servants. Though they were eventually cleared of suspicion, it was not without considerable suffering... "I heard they went through quite an ordeal." Hearing Karnak''s explanation, Boras smiled wryly. "I feel a bit sorry for Sir Randolph''s sister. She probably had no idea what was going on." He said he felt sorry, but his expression didn''t seem to reflect that at all. Karnak tilted his head in curiosity. "Is feeling sorry the normal human response in situations like this?" "Probably. Most people seem to act that way." After having caused suffering for more than a dozen people, that was all he had to say. It seemed these guys still had a long way to go before becoming truly human. Nevertheless, Karnak laughed cheerfully. "It turned out really well. I was terrified when I was told to risk my life the moment I got back." Using necromancy in front of the priests would inevitably get him caught. Even Karnak, who had mastered necromancy to the highest degree, had no immediate way to avoid detection. So, he decided to change his approach. ''If I''m going to get caught, I might as well use it! But let Randolph take the fall instead of me!'' It was, after all, a fight in a distant arena. It was inevitable that sinister darkness would erupt from the tangled combat. Given those circumstances, Karnak could covertly use necromancy and make it seem like Randolph was the one responsible. "The problem was that the opponent had to bleed for the necromancy to be cast naturally, but it was worth the effort." Recalling the training he had undergone, Karnak felt a sense of satisfaction. Boras suddenly asked. "Won''t the church suspect anything? This can''t be the first time you''ve used this tactic, right? There have been necromancers before." "I''m probably the first." "Huh? Really?" To make it look like someone else was using necromancy while hiding your own power in close quarters? "Such a sophisticated maneuver is something only I, in my current state, can pull off. Most people couldn''t do it." Even the Karnak of the past wouldn''t have been capable of it. It was only possible because he had reached the pinnacle of his craft, to the point of being called the Death King. "There''s no precedent for this, so it shouldn''t be an issue. However..." As he spoke, Karnak''s expression subtly hardened. "There''s something that doesn''t quite make sense." "What is it?" "This whole thing went too smoothly." Objectively speaking, Randolph was someone who had no need to rely on necromancy. He was already recognized as a knight with a bright future ahead of him. On the other hand, the one who benefited the most from this situation was, without a doubt, Karnak, who had narrowly escaped death. "No matter how unprecedented this tactic is, this should have made me suspicious." Even if they didn''t openly accuse him, it would have been normal for them to at least conduct an investigation. "So I deliberately suppressed my necromantic power and prepared myself for an interrogation..." But the church didn''t suspect Karnak. In fact, they didn''t even send anyone to the Jestarad family. They were entirely focused on overturning the Viscount Deventor''s house. "It''s almost as if they accepted Sir Randolph''s involvement with necromancy as a given." Puzzled, Karnak tilted his head. "Why? Why would someone like Sir Randolph, who had nothing to lose, resort to necromancy, and why isn''t anyone questioning it?" *** The Gesselan Great Temple of the Church of Alium, responsible for the northern diocese of the Kingdom of Yustil. A middle-aged priest was bowing deeply before an elderly man in his sixties. The elder wore ornate ceremonial robes adorned with gold embroidery. The old man asked, "Have you confirmed it beyond doubt? This is a grave matter. Even the slightest mistake is unacceptable." Nodding, the middle-aged priest took out a small glass vial from his robes. "I have served as an Inquisitor for three years now. I''ve gained much experience during that time. I can say this with absolute certainty." Inside the vial, a faint darkness briefly stirred. It was an extremely weak force, but one that any devout follower of the Goddess would be unable to overlook. "This is not the work of an ordinary necromancer. The attributes are an exact match." With conviction, the middle-aged priest continued to speak clearly. "It is the fragment of the Transcendent, the death that will bring about the world''s destruction, as foretold by the Goddess." Holding up the vial containing the darkness extracted from the body of Randolph, the knight of Deventor, his expression hardened. "There is no doubt¡ªthis is the Darkness of Doom." The archbishop, who took the vial, let out a deep sigh. "The power of darkness has spread this far already..." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 14 - 13: Omen of Doom (1) Chapter 14: Chapter 13: Omen of Doom (1) With the victory in the Duel Trial, the copper mine was now firmly in the hands of the Jestarad family. Karnak, who had saved the territory, was able to solidify his position as lord. A feast was held. Deers and pigs were slaughtered, and plenty of food and drink were offered to the common people. Among the lively festivities, what stood out the most was the appearance of the ''respected new lord.'' "Boras!" "Yes, Young Master!" "It''s meat!" "We also have pork! Not just sausages, but freshly slaughtered pork!" "The fat is just dripping off!" "And there''s even sauce on it!" The two of them were so focused on their meal that they even shed tears of joy. They were so genuinely moved that it left the common people feeling a bit bewildered. "Is it something to be so delighted about?" "Of course, meat is a rare delicacy, but still..." For ordinary common people, deers and pigs were foods they could only eat on special occasions, maybe once or twice a year, and only in times of plenty. So, they were also deeply moved by the taste of the meat and pork they hadn''t had in a long time. But the reaction of these two was excessively intense. "Don''t nobles eat meat regularly?" "But they''re acting like it''s the first time in decades..." "Come on, that can''t be true, right? They''re nobles." Not knowing the truth, the common people could only think this way. "How harsh must their training have been for them to be so pleased by such a small thing?" "It must have been grueling. Didn''t they put their lives on the line?" "People really are unpredictable, aren''t they?" They all looked at the new lord, Karnak, with eyes full of respect. The one who had once been a wastrel not only turned over a new leaf but also saved the territory and secured the future of the common people. How could they not show him respect? Of course, Karnak was just mindlessly chewing on his meat. "Ah, it''s delicious. But why is everyone looking at me?" "Maybe we''ve eaten too much? If we eat more, we might get sick." "We should be careful. We''re precious, after all." In any case, everything was going well. He had become the master of a wealthy family and gained the respect and goodwill of the common people. The family members who hated him had destroyed themselves. It seemed that all the goals he had set when he turned back time and returned to the past had been achieved. As he clinked his glass, Karnak smiled brightly. "Now, all that''s left is to enjoy life leisurely. Heh heh heh." "Indeed, Young Master. Heh heh heh." Boras responded with a radiant smile. *** Three months had passed since the Duel Trial. In the outer training grounds of the Jestarad family, a group of knights gathered to watch a sparring match unfolding before their eyes. It was a duel between a knight in his mid-thirties and a young man who seemed to be around twenty years old. "Be careful!" The knight in his thirties shouted a warning as he delivered a slashing strike. "Yes, sir!" The young man cautiously parried the attack and launched a counter strike. For a while, the clashing of blades echoed continuously as they engaged in an intense bout of swordplay. Despite his youthful appearance, the young man''s skill was impressive. He held his ground against a seasoned knight without faltering. After a short while, the knight paused to catch his breath and sheathed his sword. "Phew, let''s stop here for today." The young man also sheathed his sword and bowed his head respectfully. "Thank you for your guidance!" Wiping the sweat from his brow, Balton, a knight of the Jestarad family, shook his head in disbelief. "You''ve almost reached my level now." When Boras, the young man before him, suddenly declared his intention to become a knight, everyone had been taken aback. It was said that he had trained alongside Karnak, who had mastered the Delphiad Swordsmanship... ''Just because you''ve learned exceptional swordsmanship doesn''t mean you automatically become strong.'' ''The ignorance of those with no experience is astounding.'' At first, it was so absurd that they didn''t even feel like mocking him. They simply pitied him. ''A few good beatings should bring him back to reality.'' But in just a few months, his skills had improved at a startling pace. Torres, a veteran knight who had been observing from the sidelines, also found himself amazed. "Boras, who knew you had such talent?" S§×arch* The N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Not only did he acquire skills at an incredible speed, but his combat instincts were flawless, and still being in his growth phase, his physical abilities improved daily. He was an extraordinary genius. It was almost a waste for someone like him to be stuck in such a remote place. ''At this rate, if it were a real fight, I might not be able to handle him soon.'' However, not wanting to let praise go to his head, Torres spoke in a deliberately stern tone. "But don''t let it go to your head. It''s common for a warrior born with talent to meet a tragic end due to lack of experience." Boras humbly bowed his head. "I''ll keep that in mind, Sir Torres." Of course, he was still hiding most of his true abilities. If he fought seriously, he could cut down all five of these Jestarad knights within a minute by himself. After all, weren''t they just rural knights who couldn''t even handle one Randolph? But that wasn''t a reason to look down on them. ''It''s not as if I''m some incredible genius either.'' Boras was well aware that his rapid progress was due to the vast combat experience he had accumulated over the years, not because of any heaven-sent talent. In truth, before becoming a Death Knight, he had been, at best, a second-rate knight, unable to even awaken his Aura. ''Now that I think about it, I wonder if I could master Aura on my own without the Young Master''s help. Well, at least I understand the theory now, so I should be better off than before.'' Regardless, there was no denying that the evaluation of Boras had skyrocketed. The knights began to speak, each with a tone of admiration. "At any rate, it''s impressive." "To have such skill at your age..." "And to think that with this talent, you used to just mess around?" "Maybe that''s precisely why you''ve developed such a sharp combat sense." Though Karnak and Boras had been criticized for their wild behavior in the past, they hadn''t actually caused any significant trouble. All they really did was sneak into nearby towns to drink, gamble, and get into back-alley brawls. They couldn''t even indulge in women because they didn''t have the money for it. That sort of behavior was something even the knights themselves engaged in from time to time. And if teenagers were already indulging in ''adult vices'' without any forethought, it was only natural they were seen as delinquents. Torres, reflecting on the changes, muttered with a mix of emotions. "It''s a good thing. Not just for you, but for the Young Master as well. Who would''ve thought he''d mature like this..." Many had initially doubted Karnak''s transformation. No matter how much he had changed after becoming a lord, they wondered if an old scoundrel could truly turn over a new leaf. But those doubts had long since melted away. After all, everyone had seen how deeply moved he was by just a single glass of alcohol. The intense emotion that seemed to shake his very soul was undoubtedly the expression of someone who had been sober for years, savoring the first drink in a long time. "He certainly shows restraint, only drinking a bit with meals. Thanks to that, the Young Master¡ªno, the Lord¡ªseems to be in much better health," Sir Torres said. Boras couldn''t help but smirk inwardly. ''Of course he is.'' Unlike before, Karnak was now also paying attention to his physical well-being. It wasn''t that he had any intention of becoming a knight. He had simply come to realize the importance of health. After all, he had spent decades living with a dead body, sacrificing everything just to regain this one. In both a figurative and literal sense, his body was indeed "precious." Health was now his top priority! Take care of yourself while you''re young! If you wait until you''re old, it''s too late! I know because I''ve learned the hard way! Both Karnak and Boras were now focused on eating a balanced diet, maintaining a regular routine, and exercising diligently, all to care for and refine their precious bodies. "I never thought a person could change so much." "Indeed. I heard he''s even deeply into reading now?" "Unlike before, he spends most of his leisure time in the study." "When the previous Baron passed away, I thought everything was lost..." The knights reminisced with wistful expressions as they thought of their new lord, Karnak. Ah, the future of the Jestarad territory now seemed bright! Boras, however, kept a wry smile to himself. ''It''s true he''s holed up in the study, but it''s not exactly like he''s immersed in reading as you imagine.'' *** After returning to the past, Karnak''s original plan had been to travel across the continent, gather treasures, and use his foresight to make profits through trade, thereby securing his position. This family''s situation was so dire that there seemed to be no other solution. But with the discovery of the copper mine, the financial problems had been resolved. At the same time, there was no longer a need to roam the continent. The entire plan had been about becoming a moderately powerful local noble, living a peaceful life without drawing too much attention or being looked down upon. Having achieved that, what reason was there to leave the territory and go through hardships? Adventure? The passion of youth? Curiosity about seeing the world? He had already traveled around the world five or six times. He had seen everything there was to see, and even more than he ever wanted to. However, that didn''t mean he planned to spend his days lazily or idling around. Now that he owned the copper mine, it was possible that more people like the Viscount Deventor would come after him. No, it was certain that they would. There was no greater driving force for humans than greed. He needed to have at least the minimal strength necessary to protect the territory. But since he couldn''t use necromancy, he required abilities that could be displayed openly. In the large study on the second floor of the Jestarad mansion, Karnak sat on the floor, meditating under the moonlight streaming through the windows. "Hoo..." Taking a deep breath, he focused his mind, gathering the surrounding energies. The darkness of the night, the yin energy of the moonlight, and the faint traces of negative energy all converged towards him, being reprocessed. After a moment, Karnak opened his eyes. "Good, I''ve gathered enough." He raised a finger, and a small flame flickered to life at the tip. Boras, who had been watching from the side, looked intrigued. "Huh? It doesn''t have that typical necromancy feel to it." When necromancy is activated, the aura of death it emits is something that any living being, even an ordinary human, can sense as an ominous presence. Clerics, in particular, are highly sensitive to it. However, the flame that Karnak had just conjured lacked that distinctive aura. It looked like an ordinary spell, nothing more. "The color is red, too. It just looks like a normal fire," Boras observed. "Exactly," Karnak nodded. "This originated from necromancy, but it''s no longer necromancy." For Karnak, necromancy had lost its appeal as a power. He knew all too well what the end result would be, no matter how much he strengthened it. But starting anew as a knight, mage, or cleric was also out of the question. "Once you learn necromancy, there''s no turning back." "I''m aware of that. But that applies not just to necromancy; it''s the same with other paths, too," Boras replied. In this world, there are four ways to transcend human limitations. The Aura, wielded by knights, which manipulates life force. The Mana, wielded by mages, which manipulates the power of nature. The Divine Power, wielded by clerics, which follows the principles of light and providence. And lastly, necromancy, or black magic, which manipulates the powers of death and darkness. What all these methods have in common is that they accumulate the energy of the world within the body and convert it into a unique power. In this process, the soul and body of the practitioner become optimized for the method they''ve chosen. In other words, once you choose a path, you''re bound to it. Can a mage, who wields mana, also train in martial arts? It''s certainly possible. After all, having arms and legs means one can wield a sword or spear. But mastering Aura is impossible. Once the soul and body are imbued with the essence of mana, no matter how hard one tries, the world''s energy will only accumulate as mana. The same principle applies to necromancy. Once a soul has been stained black, it can never turn white again. "Well, to be precise, it can be bleached. The bleaching process itself is possible." The problem was that the memories and personality of the individual would also be bleached away in the process. The act of converting that energy into power essentially remakes one''s soul and body anew. This is also why Aura users, mages, or clerics who dabble in necromancy often end up corrupted. They lose their original power and even their personality changes, transforming them into someone entirely different. For Karnak to make a completely fresh start, he would have needed to turn back time to before he learned necromancy. But that was an impossibility. The nature of the time-reversal spell was inherently linked to necromancy, targeting points in time after he had already mastered the necromancy. Because of this, he could only return to moments after he had learned necromancy. "Boras, you were able to return to a time before becoming a Death Knight because you were tied to me." Karnak had been aware of this issue since his days as the Death King. That''s why, after returning to the past, he had prepared a method to make a fresh start. "And this is the result." He waved the flame at his fingertip and grinned proudly. "I''ve named it Chaos Power." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 15 - 14: Omen of Doom (2) Chapter 15: Chapter 14: Omen of Doom (2) Why are necromancers subjects of hatred, contempt, fear, and loathing? The reason is so clear that it doesn''t even require contemplation. They engage in acts that no human should commit. They become stronger by doing these despicable things. Thus, all necromancers go to great lengths to conceal their identities. In public, they intentionally use methods that appear to be ordinary magic, while secretly employing their truly evil techniques in the shadows. But why do they still get caught by priests or sharp-witted individuals? The answer is simple. It''s because the very source of necromancy, necromantic power, is such a ''filthy'' form of mana. Necromantic power is the result of converting all the world''s negative and malevolent energies¡ªsuch as the aura of death, resentment, hatred, and fear¡ªinto strength. Any living being instinctively shuns necromancy the moment it is activated. It''s like how you reflexively frown and cover your nose when you approach a decaying corpse. But to cleanse the filth of necromantic power? Even Karnak, the strongest necromancer in human history, couldn''t find a way to do that. Necromancy fundamentally deals with negative energies, and those very energies are what evoke revulsion. It''s like trying to say that the smell of rot shouldn''t exist when the very process begins with decay. Here, Karnak had an idea. ''Wait a minute, aren''t there foods that are originally made by rotting?'' The technique of fermentation has numerous examples throughout human history. Even the alcohol he loved as a human followed this principle. ''I can''t cleanse the filth, but maybe I can make it seem less filthy.'' After this realization, he began researching whether necromantic power could be ''fermented.'' Of course, the idea of rotting food was merely a metaphor; the actual fermentation process couldn''t be applied to necromancy. But the concept could be borrowed. ''What if I processed necromantic power, which is based on negative energy, and refined it a second time?'' After decades of research, he finally completed the theoretical framework. And once he returned to a living body, he successfully implemented it. "I stripped away the negative emotions like resentment and hatred from necromantic power, leaving only the pure essence of darkness and death, and then reprocessed it to convert it into a form closer to natural mana." Karnak conjured a few more flames around him. Once again, the flames exuded no trace of necromancy, only the presence of ordinary mana. Karnak smiled mischievously as he spoke. "It''s like mana, but not exactly mana, yet it''s so close to mana that it could be considered a third form of energy," Boras said, tilting his head in curiosity. "So, you''re saying you filtered out all the impurities and just left the delicious part, like with good liquor?" "Well, roughly speaking, yes. It''s not a perfect analogy, though." "That explains why you''ve been cooped up in the study all this time. You used to wander around gloomy places like cemeteries and haunted battlefields." "Necromancy grows more powerful in places with a thick aura of malice." But chaotic magic requires filtering out all those impurities. Only then can the pure essence of death be refined and reprocessed. "Now I actually have to avoid those places. Going there would just mean more work for me." Boras shrugged his shoulders. "That''s a relief for me. I thought we''d have to start digging up corpses again." Did they just dig up corpses? They even went as far as kidnapping innocent people, torturing them, and corrupting their souls to forcibly convert them into power. S§×arch* The N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "I''m starting to feel like I''m living like a normal person now." "Doesn''t it feel like I''ve gotten a lot kinder?" He wasn''t lying. Given the extreme atrocities of the past, he was indeed much kinder now. Karnak smiled contentedly as he extinguished the flames. "With this, I can pass as a regular mage even in front of priests." During the duel trial with Randolph, he had to play the part of a knight because there wasn''t enough time to prepare. But now, he wouldn''t need to take such dangerous measures again. Suddenly, Boras asked another question. "But why is it called chaos power?" He had a general understanding after hearing the explanation, but the term "chaos" didn''t seem to fit at all. "Wouldn''t ''fermented power'' be more accurate?" "That doesn''t sound cool at all!" "Is that all there is to it?" "Don''t underestimate the importance of a name. Just think about the term necromancy." In the past, necromancers were also called black mages or black sorcerers. Necromancy involves controlling the power of death, while black magic deals with the power of darkness. Strictly speaking, the methods are slightly different, but the source energies for both are nearly the same. Necromantic power is derived from death and darkness, while black magic is based on darkness and death¡ªit''s almost the same. "Whether you add milk to tea or tea to milk, it''s the same thing." Because of this, there was hardly a necromancer who wasn''t also a black mage, and vice versa. Naturally, a necromancer could easily be a black mage as well. This perception only changed due to the backlash from mages. The terms "Black Magic" and "Black Sorcery" carry connotations closely tied to magic. In contrast, "Necromancy" feels like an entirely unrelated, evil power. The mages were adamant about eradicating the term "black magic" and spreading the word "necromancy" instead. Similarly, necromancers themselves never referred to themselves as black mages. For necromancers, being perceived as a subset of mages was a matter of pride. "Now do you understand the importance of a name?" Karnak asked. Boras pondered seriously. ''I don''t understand at all.'' But he didn''t argue further. Even if he didn''t understand, if it made Karnak happy, that was good enough. "Well, I''ll be off now. Take care." *** It had been nearly half a year since Karnak returned to this era, and a year since he became the new lord. Both Karnak and Boras had been living fulfilling lives each day. Boras had been relentlessly training daily, walking the path of a knight. Although his lowly origins had prevented him from being officially knighted yet, the people of the territory had long recognized him. No matter what others said, Boras was now undeniably the strongest knight in Jestarad. His growth was so remarkable that he could now easily overpower other knights even if they attacked together. The only reason his fame hadn''t spread was that he hadn''t had the opportunity to prove himself publicly. Boras himself didn''t care at all. ''It''s better to stay unknown.'' Having a high reputation meant that one had fought in many battles. After surviving decades of intense battlefields, and even dying a few times, Boras had no interest in fame. ''A cold beer after a hard day''s work is far more precious!'' Today, too, he finished a rewarding personal training session, drenched in sweat, and downed a drink. "Ah! This is the joy of life!" After emptying his beer mug, Boras left the training grounds of the mansion. He planned to wash off his sweat at the well. As he passed by, some maids blushed at the sight of his bare upper body. "Oh, it''s Boras." "He''s gotten so handsome lately." He was no longer the lanky boy he used to be. His shoulders were broad, his chest as broad as a field, his back resembled that of an ox, and his arms and legs bulged with well-defined muscles. Unlike before, he no longer treated his body carelessly just because he was young. No matter how delicious something was, he ate in moderation, and no matter how tedious it was, he trained consistently, doing his best to keep his ''living body'' in peak condition. Boras''s disciplined behavior served as an inspiration to many. It was admirable to see someone so young and full of vigor restraining his desires and continuously training himself. Of course, his mindset was still closer to that of a middle-aged man. ''I''d love just one more beer. But I should hold back, right? Health comes first, after all.'' *** In the office of the Jestarad mansion, Karnak, as usual, had finished his work early and was now practicing chaos power. He was deeply focused on the mana conversion when a knock came from outside. "I''ve brought snacks, young master." "Come in, Boras." Although his position as a knight meant that he could have left such trivial tasks to the maids, Boras still faithfully attended to Karnak. Why? As soon as he placed the tray on the table, he swiftly split the stack of snacks in half and set his portion in front of himself. "Half of this is mine, right?" Since he couldn''t enjoy the luxury of snacking on the lord''s expensive treats in front of others, he used this as an excuse to share them. "Sure, eat up." The two happily indulged in the snacks, grinning all the while. "Ah, this is sweet." "Mmm, delicious." The snacks disappeared in no time. Karnak sighed wistfully as he mumbled. "Couldn''t we have just a little more? It''s not like we can''t afford it." Boras immediately cut him off. "You''ll gain weight." "I''m the type who doesn''t put on weight easily." "That''s even worse. It''s the most dangerous when a slender person ends up with a protruding belly, you know?" Even though they were still young and eating a few more snacks wouldn''t cause any serious harm, anyone who had lived long enough knew better. It always starts with something small, and before you know it, your body has deteriorated. That''s just how the world works. "Right, let''s not trust ourselves too much. The last thing you should trust is yourself." Karnak reluctantly pushed the plate of snacks away, giving up his lingering attachment. As Boras tidied up, he asked, "How''s your magic training going?" "I think I''m ready to present myself as a mage to others." Although Karnak had participated in the duel trial as a knight, he couldn''t keep playing that role indefinitely. So, he made a public declaration. "The path of a knight doesn''t suit me. From now on, I shall walk the path of a mage!" Surprisingly, Karnak had more connections than just Delphiad Swordsmanship. "While training in the mountains to master Delphiad Swordsmanship, I discovered a great legacy. It''s the magic tome of Dallas, the court mage who was renowned 150 years ago!" "Oh! What a stroke of fortune for you, my lord!" The members of the Jestarad family didn''t find Karnak''s choice to be particularly strange. They had all witnessed the duel trial. Karnak had displayed unwavering mental fortitude, determination, and dignity befitting a noble. He was truly a lord to be proud of. But... Did that mean he was skilled in combat? ''Even to the untrained eye, it was a bit...'' ''To be honest, he didn''t seem very talented.'' ''If he could excel as a mage, that would be ideal!'' After all, he had claimed to have obtained the magic tome of a court mage! Maybe the Jestarad family would produce a top-tier mage! "Doesn''t it make perfect sense? My magical abilities have improved dramatically after obtaining the court mage''s tome," Karnak said confidently. Boras raised an eyebrow. "Well, yes, it does, but..." A court mage''s tome? Boras knew better than anyone that such a thing didn''t exist. "Who is Dallas? Was he even a real person?" "He was truly famous, which is why I used his name." Dallas was indeed a renowned mage 150 years ago. His name had been passed down through the generations. "What if a real descendant of Dallas shows up? The legacy of a court mage could cause some issues." "It won''t." "You''re sure?" "Absolutely. Dallas left behind no disciples and didn''t write any tomes. There''s no connection." "How can you be so certain?" Karnak had a very solid reason for his confidence. "Because he told me himself. You''re familiar with him too, Boras." "Eh?" "Remember the Archlich I sent to manage the southern region of Necropia?" Boras racked his brain for a moment before his eyes widened. "Governor Dempis?" "Yep. That guy''s human name was Dallas." "But you said he was a mage from 150 years ago? How was he hanging out with us? The timeline doesn''t match." "Do you remember the ruins we excavated in the Barakant Mountains?" "Yes." "We found the remains of a mage there, processed them, and summoned his soul to create an Archlich. That was him." "Ah..." Karnak had truly learned the unique magic of a real mage (though, to be exact, he had forcibly extracted it through mind control) and adapted it into chaos magic. "This is more than enough to justify posing as a mage, hehehe." Of course, this alone wouldn''t allow him to reclaim the immense powers he had as the Death King... but it was a start. "What does it matter? It''s not like I''m planning to conquer the world again." Having enough power to protect the territory and handle any potential incidents was sufficient. "What if something truly catastrophic happens that you can''t handle with that power?" "In the first place, I shouldn''t get involved in such big events." After living for over a century, Karnak had learned one thing. He wasn''t sure if great power came with great responsibility. But he was certain that great power brought about great events. He knew this from experience. "I''m going to hole up and live as quietly as a mouse! I''ll never get involved in the affairs of the world again!" Karnak clenched his fists, firmly resolving to stick to his plan. It was revealed to be a mistake about three months later. [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 16 - 15: Omen of Doom (3) Chapter 16: Chapter 15: Omen of Doom (3) The one who effectively managed the copper mine in the Jestarad Barony was the Tekas Trading Company. They handled most of the mining, refining, and distribution. However, this did not mean that the Jestarad Barony simply sat back and collected unearned income. Due to its location deep in the northern part of the Zeden Mountain Range, the area around the mine was often frequented by all sorts of demonic beasts and ferocious predators. Protecting the miners from these dangers and securing the paths was the primary duty of the Jestarad family. In a forest to the west of the copper mine. A force of about ten soldiers was engaged in battle. "They''re coming!" "Hold the line!" Demonic beasts charged at the soldiers. At first glance, they appeared to be large, ash-gray wolves, but these beasts, known as Snerols, had abnormally long fangs and claws. A pack of Snerols surrounded the soldiers and let out a ferocious roar. "Awooooo!" The soldiers maintained their formation, raising their shields, and shouted back. "Hold them off!" "Stab with your spears!" Sharp claws scraped against the shields. Spears flashed as they cut through the air. Blood spattered, and the beasts'' screams echoed through the forest. "Graaaah!" The soldiers erupted in cheers. "We got one!" "Stay focused! There are still plenty left!" Boras, who had been watching the battle, couldn''t help but be impressed. "Wow, they''re fighting really well." In terms of physical abilities, Snerols were not much different from ordinary wolves. The reason they were classified as demonic beasts was due to the deadly poison in their fangs and claws. Even a scratch could paralyze the entire body, making them extremely difficult to deal with. ''In the past, just a pack of these Snerols would have caused so many deaths.'' But now, most of the soldiers were handling the Snerols with relative ease. It wasn''t that the average skill level of the soldiers had particularly improved compared to the past. ''Money really does work wonders.'' Thanks to the income from the mine, the level of armament in the territory had greatly increased. Before the copper mine, even the knights had to mix chainmail with plate mail. The soldiers wore low-quality leather armor, or sometimes didn''t even have that, being sent out with only a spear and shield. But now, all the soldiers were equipped with chainmail and mixed steel arm and leg protectors. The knights were even wearing full plate armor, including the extremely expensive steel gauntlets. S~ea??h the n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Even if they were scratched by the fangs and claws, the risk of being poisoned was low, allowing them to fight with much more bravery! "Die, you damned beasts!" "Come at us, you bastards! Now we don''t even have to worry about getting bitten!" "You still shouldn''t get bitten! If their fangs strike you directly, they can pierce through your armor." Boras chuckled as he watched the soldiers engaged in a melee. Suddenly, one of the soldiers urgently shouted. "Sir Boras!" A Snerol had charged at him, aiming for Boras. In an instant, the beast closed the distance, swiping its front paw at Boras''s head. It was then. A flash of light appeared, and Snerol''s head was sent flying through the air. The soldiers stared in shock, their eyes wide. ''What just happened?'' ''What did we just see?'' It wasn''t as if any elaborate swordsmanship had been displayed. Boras had merely shifted his body and turned his shoulder, but by the time anyone noticed, the blade had already moved to the other side. They hadn''t even seen the slashing motion. Boras flicked the blood off his sword and bowed his head respectfully. "That was close. Thank you, mister Kiliman." "Ah, yes... no problem..." The soldier, referred to as Kiliman, wore a dazed expression before quickly shaking his head. "Please, Sir, you are a knight now. You don''t have to speak so formally with me, Sir Boras." With a simple smile, Boras scratched the back of his head. "How long has it even been since I became a knight? It''d be even stranger for me to start talking down to you now." Recently, Boras had officially been knighted. Karnak, exercising the rights of a lord, had personally appointed him. There had been no objections at all. Not only was Boras extraordinarily skilled, but he had also contributed greatly to the defense of the territory and always conducted himself in an exemplary manner. Even now, despite his astonishing display of martial prowess, there wasn''t a hint of arrogance in him. The soldiers who vividly remembered Boras''s childhood could only be amazed. ''He''s so strong at such a young age, and yet he''s still humble.'' ''Is this really the same Boras who used to be such a troublemaker?'' ''People can change this much, it seems.'' In truth, Boras hadn''t considered the Snerols to be worthy opponents, so he hadn''t thought anything of it, but outwardly, it didn''t seem any different. In the meantime, Boras effortlessly dispatched the remaining Snerol pack. "Kaaagh!" At last, the final one let out a death cry, spilling its blood onto the earth. "That should take care of all of them." The soldiers began cleaning up. The hides, fangs, and claws of demonic beasts could fetch a good price as magical catalysts. Gathering them was a nice side income for the soldiers. While they were busy with this, Boras''s adjutant, the veteran soldier Toleil, approached and greeted him. "Well done, Sir Boras." "You all did the hard work," Boras replied. "It''s worrisome, though. Snerols weren''t this powerful before." "Really?" "They''ve become at least twice as strong compared to before. Didn''t you notice, Sir Boras?" Boras made a puzzled face. ''How would I know if these things got weaker or stronger?'' In his previous life, the first time he encountered Snerols was when he was desperately running away with Karnak, who had just started to learn necromancy. Back then, he was just a clueless novice and naturally assumed that Snerols were demonic beasts straight out of hell. By the time he faced them again, he had already become a Death Knight. Back then, they were creatures that would explode just from him pointing a finger at them. ''The difference is too vast, so I can''t really tell if these ones are strong or weak now.'' Of course, he couldn''t just admit that, so he subtly changed the subject. "Until recently, I wasn''t even capable of participating in a fight like this, was I? I don''t have as much experience as you all, so I can''t say for sure." "That makes sense." Nodding in agreement, Toleil continued. "Indeed, the state of the demonic beasts has changed. It''s only because Sir Boras is so strong and our armament level has improved that we managed without much trouble." This wasn''t a phenomenon limited to the northern part of the Kingdom of Ustil. Across the entire continent, the rampancy of monsters and demonic beasts was becoming more frequent, and the dangers they posed were growing daily. "It seems the rumors are true." Boras''s expression turned serious. He, too, had heard the rumors that Toleil was referring to. "Are you talking about the goddess''s prophecy that the world will end?" *** A few years ago, an incident occurred that shook every religious order on the continent. The great goddesses, who protected the world and bestowed their blessings upon humanity, had delivered the same prophecy to all seven churches. The Void shall open its mouth and spew forth an undesired fate. It shall be darkness that extinguishes the light, death that reaps life. Calamity shall come. The wayward beasts shall gain corrupted power, and the dead shall rise to walk upon the unclean earth. The King of Death shall descend and cleanse the world with blood and tears. This shall be the final omen, signaling the end of all things. The priests who received the prophecy of doom were horrified. They discreetly informed the various nations of the continent, striving to prepare for the coming calamities. Indeed, anomalies began to appear all over the continent. The rampant demonic beasts became more frequent, necromancers wielding forbidden powers began to emerge, and ordinary people, tainted by darkness, unleashed malevolent forces, plunging the world into chaos. At first, they tried to keep the prophecy a secret and deal with it in private. This was to prevent the people from falling into panic and chaos. But it was a secret that couldn''t be hidden for long. As the confusion continued to grow, all sorts of rumors began to spread. In the end, the seven churches were forced to publicly announce the goddess''s prophecy. ¡ºIf things continue as they are, the world will be destroyed! In the name of the goddess, fight against the apocalypse!¡» The Prophecy of Doom rapidly spread across the continent, eventually reaching even the remote Jestarad Barony. *** In the office of the Jestarad estate. Boras and Karnak sat together, both with troubled expressions. "What is this, Young Master? There was no such prophecy in the past." "There wasn''t." "Then why does the past keep changing? First, the copper mine, and now this?" Karnak shook his head, his expression serious. "I don''t know. There''s too little information to make any guesses." Boras asked, his tone skeptical. "...This doesn''t have anything to do with you, does it?" Calamity is coming? The dead will rise? The King of Death will cleanse the world with blood and tears? The world is on the path to destruction? "Isn''t this exactly what we did?" "It does seem that way, doesn''t it?" He couldn''t deny that he had considered the possibility. "But the timeline doesn''t match. We returned only about a year ago." The goddess''s prophecy had been given several years ago. While the exact timing was unclear, it was definitely long before the two of them had traveled back in time. "It seems like it happened about four or five years ago." That roughly coincided with when the copper mine, which hadn''t existed before, suddenly appeared. Perhaps the two were connected. "At least we now know why the matter with Sir Randolph was resolved so easily." Apparently, for the past few years, there had been a growing number of people across the continent dabbling in necromancy. And it wasn''t just oppressed commoners or back-alley criminals. More and more often, knights, mages, and even high-ranking nobles were being discovered using dark powers after succumbing to corruption. "So it seems they thought the incident with Sir Randolph was just another common occurrence." "That''s fortunate for us, but still..." With a worried expression, Boras questioned him, almost accusingly. "Shouldn''t we investigate this? They''re saying the world is going to end!" Even if it wasn''t directly related to them, the magnitude of the situation couldn''t be ignored. "What''s the point of coming back to live like a decent person if the world itself is going to be destroyed?" "I''m worried too, but there''s nothing we can do about it right now." Karnak shot back and then asked, "So, what do you want to do? Should we visit the Church of the Seven Goddesses that issued the prophecy?" "You said the Chaos Power would keep you from getting exposed, right?" "And what am I supposed to say when I get there? ''Hey, we''ve traveled back in time, and we know a bit about the future, but now history has changed. Can you tell us why?'' Should I ask them that?" Boras''s shoulders slumped. "Yeah, that... that doesn''t seem like a good idea." For a moment, silence filled the room. It was Karnak who finally broke the silence with a calm voice. "Maybe it won''t be a big problem? The goddesses were kind enough to give a warning to prepare for destruction, after all." "Right? The world won''t end that easily, will it? You only succeeded because you secretly built up your power and pushed forward gradually." "And even then, do you remember how hard it was for us to conquer the world? It wasn''t easy." "It was really tough. The Three Archmages, the Four Martial Kings, even Dragon Emperor Grateria." The former Death King and the former Death Knight Lord exchanged weary smiles. "They''ll handle it, right?" "Of course. There''s no way this so-called ''King of Death'' could be as ruthless as you, Young Master." They reached a conclusion. Let''s believe in the strength of the world! Surely, the great humanity will overcome this calamity on their own! The mighty dragonkind, the noble fairy race, and all the other great beings will surely band together! So, let''s just focus on taking care of ourselves and living modestly! ...Even so, the unease lingered. ''Ugh, this feels bad...'' ''I have a bad feeling that ignoring this will come back to bite us.'' *** No matter how much one tries to hole up in their estate, it''s not easy to avoid the storms of the world. Even the remote Jestarad Barony in the northern regions wasn''t immune to the effects of the Prophecy of Doom. About a month after the rumors had spread, clergy from the Church of Latiel, the Goddess of the Sun, visited the territory to request cooperation. "A necromancer who was operating in the County of Chad has been found to have fled to the Jestarad Barony. It seems they''re hiding somewhere near the Zeden Mountain Range, so we seek the cooperation of Baron Karnak''s estate." Karnak readily agreed. "How could I refuse the sacred duty of the goddess?" The Church of Latiel''s request was simple¡ªthey only wanted a few local guides who were familiar with the nearby terrain. It was a task that required little effort and would bring significant credit, so there was no reason to refuse. For Karnak personally, it was also a timely opportunity. ''This works out well. If I capture that necromancer, I might be able to find some clues.'' [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 17 - 16: Darkness of Doom (1) Chapter 17: Chapter 16: Darkness of Doom (1) The darkness hung thickly over the mountain. A pursuit party of about ten men, holding torches, scoured the forest. "This way! Over here!" "We''ve found him!" The light from the torches illuminated a man hiding in the forest. He appeared to be in his thirties, with a rather unimpressive appearance. The man muttered darkly to himself. "They''ve already caught up..." The pursuers surrounded him and drew their swords. A knight clad in armor engraved with the emblem of the sun emerged from the encirclement. "O fallen necromancer." He was a crusader of the Latiel Church. "Kneel before the goddess and seek her forgiveness!" "Grrr..." The man, who had been glancing around nervously, suddenly let out a ghastly roar. "Uraaagh!" Darkness surged around him. The crusader shouted in alarm. "Be careful! He''s summoning evil spirits again!" The darkness transformed into five black specters, charging toward the encirclement. However, the soldiers were not fazed. They had already faced these evil spirits in battle before. "Futile!" "For we are blessed by Latiel!" The soldiers held up talismans of the Sun God with their left hands and began thrusting their swords with their right. Normally, these spirits would ignore mere blades, but they flickered and weakened as they were struck. Explosions resounded all around. The blessing of the talismans imbued the soldiers'' swords with the power to strike spiritual entities. Yet, the spirits did not fall easily. Though they wavered, they bound the soldiers in place, emitting wailing shrieks. Aaaaargh! In the midst of this, the man tried to flee once again. The crusader shouted and lunged forward. "Do you think you can escape?" The man suddenly placed both hands on the ground. "Come forth, spirits!" Three more streams of darkness surged and formed into spirits. Seeing the spirits closing in from all sides, the crusader gripped his sword tightly. "Do you still have this much power left?" His sword began to glow, cutting through the spirits. "Haah!" The powers of the clergy who served Latiel, the Goddess of the Sun, were indeed the nemesis of necromancy. It took him only about ten seconds to cut down all three of the spirits. But it was enough time for the man to escape. The crusader ground his teeth as he watched his opponent disappear into the depths of the forest. "Hmph! You won''t get far, you filthy necromancer!" *** Fred, the necromancer, gnashed his teeth as he raced frantically down the mountain path. "Damn those dogs of the goddess..." Just half a year ago, he had been a laborer living in the back alleys of Derat City, a northern trade town in the County of Chad. It had been a hard life. No matter how much he hauled and toiled all day, all he ever earned was mere pocket change. His daily routine consisted of filling his stomach with coarse food and collapsing in a place worse than a stable, with his only joy being the occasional numbing of his brain with cheap liquor. On that day as well, Fred had collapsed in the back alley, drunk as usual. "Damn... this filthy world..." Why was his life so miserable, while the nobles, simply by being born into good families, lived without ever knowing hardship? "Should I just die...?" He muttered the lament that had become a habit as he gazed up at the night sky. That was when the darkness of the alley suddenly expanded and enveloped him. The darkness wrapped around him and began seeping into his entire body. "Huh? What... what is this?" At first, he was terrified. But the fear quickly faded away. It wasn''t because the situation was no longer frightening, but rather because it felt as though the very emotion of fear itself was being numbed. At the same time, he realized. "This is..." It was power. It was authority, darkness, and death. Even without anyone telling him, he instinctively understood. It was the very power that all the churches of the continent loudly warned against, the power foretold by the Prophecy of Doom, the power of the end that was now surrounding him. "Aaah..." Fred, frozen like a corpse, let out a groan. The wisdom of the darkness seeped directly into his soul. It conveyed silent truths and demanded a choice. If he turned away, the darkness would leave him, and he would return to his ordinary life. If he wanted, he could gain this power. But in return, he would have to abandon the path of humanity. Choose. Choose. Choose... ''Abandon the path of humanity?'' He snorted. ''When have I ever been treated as human?'' The choice was too easy. Without hesitation, he chose the darkness, and the knowledge of how to use the power came to him naturally. The method was surprisingly simple. He only had to wish for it. If he wished, the darkness would rise, becoming an evil spirit that moved according to his will. The first person he killed was the head of the construction guild who had tormented him. He also killed the thugs from the back alleys who had always looked down on him. Strangely enough, he wasn''t afraid of committing murder. He was just a little worried about the consequences. Luckily, he wasn''t caught. The evil spirits were beings that appeared silently, took lives, and vanished without a trace. No one realized that he was the murderer. The crimes grew bolder with time. Fred broke into the homes of the rich and killed everyone inside. He stole their valuables and splurged on luxury and pleasure in the red-light district. If he had given it even a little thought, he would have realized that such a lifestyle couldn''t last. Even if his identity wasn''t discovered at first, people wouldn''t just stand by as murders continued to occur. Weren''t the Seven Goddesses'' Church already monitoring abnormal phenomena across the continent in preparation for the Prophecy of Doom? But Fred hadn''t thought that far ahead. He was too absorbed in indulging his desires. In the end, the Inquisitors from the Church of the Sun were dispatched to Derat City. They quickly identified Fred''s true nature and began pursuing him relentlessly. The evil spirits that could easily kill ordinary people were powerless against the priests. Faced with knights and soldiers blessed with divine protection, all Fred could do was flee to keep himself alive. He fled north, leaving the County of Chad behind, running and running again. Life as a fugitive was brutal. Like a beast, he wandered through the forest, tormented by cold and hunger. Yet, despite it all, he didn''t regret choosing the darkness. He only felt resentment. "Why did I end up like this...?" Hiding among the bushes, Fred bit his nails. "Damn it, if only I had more power..." He didn''t give a moment''s thought to the atrocities he had committed. He believed he was suffering simply because he was weak, unable to kill all his pursuers. "I need to get stronger..." In the darkness of the forest, the man grinned like a demon. "Yes, I just need to escape this place." All he had to do was survive this immediate crisis. Then he could kill more, grow even stronger. He would wield absolute power of darkness that could annihilate those scum in an instant! "Just wait and see, I''ll kill them all next time!" Even in his dire situation, he was still intoxicated with power. *** At a mountain pass leading to the northern wastelands of the Zeden Mountain Range, a unit of soldiers lay hidden around the path. It was a pursuit team from the Latiel Church. They waited silently in the darkness, not even lighting a fire. How long had they been waiting? Suddenly, a middle-aged priest in his 40s, who was hiding next to Karnak, whispered quietly. He was Priest Rosso, the leader of the pursuit team. "Are you sure he''ll come this way?" A soldier from the Jestarad Barony, who had been serving as a guide, nodded with a serious expression. "Most likely. The paths humans can take through the Zeden Mountain Range are extremely limited." Sure enough, a faint sound began to emerge from beyond the path. It was the sound of someone''s footsteps. Moments later, a human silhouette appeared under the moonlight. The man was in rags, looking utterly worn out, as if he had endured great hardship. He glanced around warily as he continued to run along the path. Then, just as he approached the ambush point where they were hidden¡ª ''Now!'' At Priest Rosso''s signal, the pursuit team''s mage crossed his hands. "Light that illuminates all, Lumis Light!" A sphere of light floated up, brightly illuminating the surroundings. Flash! "Huh?" Startled by the sudden light, Fred covered his eyes and staggered. In that brief moment, the pursuit team sprang from their hiding spots and formed a tightening encirclement. When Fred opened his eyes again, he glanced around and spat out a curse. "Damn it! Was this a trap?" Watching Fred''s reaction, Priest Rosso felt satisfied. "It''s true what they say: a single guide is worth more than a hundred maps." The noose was tightening. This time, the pursuit team was determined to catch him, focusing solely on blocking every possible escape route without rushing. Fred, glaring at the pursuit team, suddenly shouted in desperation. "You think you can capture me?" His face became visibly marked with dark, swollen blood vessels. "I possess the great power of darkness!" He hadn''t formally studied necromancy, so he didn''t chant any incantations¡ªtruthfully, he didn''t know any. He simply gritted his teeth and forcibly drew out his power. "Graaah!" The darkness surged, transforming into a horde of evil spirits. There were nearly twenty of them. Fred was putting everything he had into this. "Go, my spirits! Kill them all!" The soldiers didn''t panic. "Hah! The bastard''s making his last stand!" "Futile!" "Everyone, take out your protective talismans!" They responded calmly, assuming their positions as trained, steadily confronting the situation. Spears and swords, imbued with the priests'' blessings, continuously pierced and slashed through the horde of evil spirits. "No, this can''t be..." Fred was terrified. The spirits he had summoned with such effort were vanishing one by one. Screams echoed from the evil spirits. He ground his teeth. If this continued, he would lose. If this continued, he would be captured and burnt on the stake. ''I can''t let that happen!'' Suddenly, Fred''s eyes rolled back. His irises disappeared, leaving only the whites, as a blood-red gleam burst from his eyes. "Graaaah!" A translucent figure surged up from beneath his feet. A billowing, pale ghost shrieked as its tattered black robes fluttered in the air. Screeeech! The previously composed expression on Priest Rosso''s face turned grim. ''That thing!'' The grayish apparition swept through the soldiers, causing the protective talismans of Latiel to explode simultaneously. "Gah!" "The talismans!" The ghost weaved through the soldiers, emitting an eerie noise. With a sinister sound akin to a snake slithering, the soldiers began to collapse one by one. "Aaargh!" "Nooo!" The priests were horrified. No matter how much divine power they unleashed, they couldn''t disperse the wraith''s presence. "A w-wraith!" "My god! Is he a high-level necromancer capable of summoning such a powerful spirit?" *** Sear?h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. On a hill overlooking the mountain pass, two figures watched the battle unfold. Concealed in the darkness were Karnak and Boras. "Good grief, he''s rampaging like a wild beast." Unlike the terrified priests, Karnak wore an expression of disdain. A high-level necromancer capable of summoning a wraith? Hardly. "That guy doesn''t even know the first thing about necromancy." If he were a proper necromancer, he would have summoned the wraith efficiently using precise incantations and rituals. But this guy had merely poured raw power of darkness into it, barely managing to summon one. "Well, this is why necromancy is such an easy way to gain power." A mage couldn''t cast spells without precise incantations and proper control. Just pouring raw mana into a spell? It would result in nothing but wasted energy. There would be no spell activation, and no effects whatsoever. Knowledge and wisdom were absolutely necessary. But necromancy was different. Even if one brutishly forced out necromantic power while gritting their teeth, they could still achieve some results¡ªalbeit with terrible efficiency. Moreover, the summoned wraith itself wouldn''t be any different. Whether a brute used up all their power to inefficiently summon it or a powerful necromancer summoned it with precise efficiency, the wraith itself would be the same. ''So, in terms of raw necromantic power, is he stronger than me right now?'' Beside him, Boras cautiously asked, "What will you do, young master? They''ve discovered him before us." "I suppose we did send some overly competent guides, didn''t we?" Originally, the plan was to quietly secure the necromancer before the Latiel Church could get to him. But the soldiers borrowed from Jestarad had been unexpectedly capable, setting up an effective trap and luring the necromancer in. "If they capture him as is, won''t that be troublesome?" "It''s not a huge problem, but..." What if that necromancer is captured by the church? He could use the authority of a lord to arrange a brief interrogation. What if the necromancer dies on the spot? He could use necromancy to summon his soul and interrogate it. Even if things go awry, there are ways to handle the situation. But the easiest option would be to secure him ourselves and interrogate him at our leisure in a safe location. A moment later, Boras''s eyes gleamed. "Look at that! He''s running away. I guess even with a wraith, he''s not a match for them." In the distance, Fred could be seen fleeing in the opposite direction, having unleashed the wraith to cover his escape. "This makes things easier." Karnak nodded slightly. "Let''s move as well." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 18 - 17: Darkness of Doom (2) Chapter 18: Chapter 17: Darkness of Doom (2) Fred was making his way through the dark underbrush. ''I must avoid the mountain path.'' Even someone as dim-witted as him had realized after getting caught several times. If he followed the road, he would eventually be caught by the pursuit team. It wasn''t a wise move. Straying from the path in a dark forest was an extremely dangerous act. Especially if one only knew how to handle spirits but had physical abilities no different from an ordinary person. However, it couldn''t be said that it was foolish either. If he followed the road, he would be caught anyway. In his current situation, he had no other choice. He continued to push through the rugged forest, barely managing to find places where he could set foot. The only saving grace was that he could use the evil spirits to clear the underbrush blocking his way. "Destroy!" An evil spirit surged forth, sweeping away the underbrush before him. After clearing the path, Fred trudged forward with heavy steps. ''If I can just get out of here...'' With his strength and necromantic power nearly depleted, his body was utterly exhausted. The cold and hunger had left him in a daze. Like a zombie, he muttered to himself vacantly. "If I can just... get out of here..." *** Karnak and Boras were running through the forest. "He fled this way." They had accurately found the path Fred had taken and pursued without hesitation. There was a reason they could do so. "Tsk, tsk, you really shouldn''t use necromancy so carelessly when fleeing." With just a bit of concentration, they could sense the traces left behind by the evil spirits. Ordinary people wouldn''t notice it, but to Karnak, it was as bright as a shining beacon. "No wonder the priests of Latiel tracked us all the way to our territory." With necromantic power of this level, it wouldn''t be difficult for a clergyman to detect it. It might not shine brightly, but it would certainly leave a noticeable trail. "Well, not that he would know that." It was hard to blame Fred for his foolishness, as Karnak himself had made the same mistake in the past. This area was the very place where Karnak and Boras had fled in a past life. Now, another necromancer was being chased here. "This feels all too familiar." It wasn''t a sentimental, human story about feeling nostalgic for his past self. If Karnak had the capacity for empathy to feel such things, he wouldn''t have learned such an evil art like necromancy in the first place. "Because it feels familiar, I can roughly guess where he''ll try to escape." As he surveyed the surrounding area, Karnak asked, "Just a bit further in this direction, and we''ll get there, right?" Boras, who understood, nodded. "Ah, you mean that place?" About ten minutes away from here, there was a cliff with a split running through it, located near a stream. The zigzagging crack in the cliff was an ideal hideout¡ªit allowed for a fire to be lit without light escaping, while also providing excellent ventilation. Karnak smiled with satisfaction. "If he''s a fugitive shivering from the cold, there''s no way he''d pass up a place like that." Just like the two of them back then, Fred must also be exhausted from the cold and hunger. The urge to light a fire and feel warmth would be overwhelming. However, he couldn''t just light a fire recklessly. A fire in the dead of night would be visible from very far away. Moreover, it wasn''t feasible to use necromancy to summon black flames to warm himself. That would be like suggesting doing push-ups to warm up instead of lighting a fire. It might warm the body temporarily, but it would only deplete his energy even more. In such a situation, could he really ignore such a perfect hiding spot? "He''ll probably hide there until dawn. Just like we did." "What if he passes by without noticing it?" "In that case, we''ll continue the pursuit. There''s no harm in checking." "You''re right about that." They already knew the location of the cliff. Their pace quickened. "Let''s hurry before the priests catch him first." "Yes, Young Master." *** A small fire crackled within the narrow crevice of the cliff. Crackle, crackle... Beyond the flickering flames, Fred was curled up, fast asleep. For a brief moment, he was having a pleasant dream. In his dream, the nobles who usually flaunted their arrogance were screaming as they died. "Aaaaah!" The beautiful women, who usually wouldn''t even spare him a glance, were now begging for their lives, willing to do anything. "P-please spare me!" He was conflicted. Should he just kill them? Or have his way with them before killing them? "Hehehe..." Fred smiled in his sleep. Those were truly enjoyable days. How wonderful would it be if those days could return? Just then, a voice shattered his dream. "Oh, he really is here, Young Master." "He didn''t even set up a detection barrier around him? He''s got some nerve." Startled, Fred''s eyes snapped open. ''W-who is it?'' The voice was coming from the other side of the crevice. "Maybe he just doesn''t know how to set one up?" "Probably. He''s not properly trained, after all." Fred was now fully awake. ''Have they caught up with me already?'' Terrified, Fred bolted out of the crevice. This crevice in the cliff was a dead end. If he got trapped here, there would be no escape. As Fred hurried out to the stream, two men stood there calmly, staring at him. "He looks more normal than I expected, Young Master." "Just because he''s a necromancer doesn''t mean he has to look like some kind of horrific monster." "You were a greenish-blue skeleton, Young Master." "Hey! And you were a greenish-blue muscle-bound corpse!" "What I''m saying is, we were both horrific monsters." "And what I''m saying is that this guy doesn''t seem like much. A necromancer who looks normal is just that much weaker, right?" Fred was confused. He couldn''t make sense of their conversation. "Who the hell are you?" "What do you think?" Karnak smirked. "We''re the ones here to catch you." Of course. Who else could possibly have any business with him in this situation? "You bastards dare!" Enraged by their mockery, Fred summoned the darkness. "Come forth, evil spirits!" The darkness condensed into two malevolent spirits. However, they didn''t attack right away. An inexplicable sense of foreboding held them back. ''Damn it! Who are these guys? Why do I feel like this?'' Boras stepped forward, drawing his sword. "Shall I handle this?" "Yeah. I''ll get some practice in too." Karnak raised his right index finger and lightly drew a circle in the air. "A sword that strikes the spirit, Spellblade." Boras''s blade began to glow with a faint white light. It was a spell that allowed the sword to cut through incorporeal, ghost-like entities. While not as powerful as the abilities of a priest, mages could use similar techniques. Of course, Karnak''s method was a bit different. "How does it feel? Does it seem like magic?" "It''s similar, but it feels a bit different." To be precise, it was chaos magic that produced the same effect as the Spellblade. It looked the same on the surface, but the technique and mana manipulation were distinct. "It actually feels more like a priest''s blessing, though without any of the holy feeling." "How would you know what a blessing feels like if you''ve never received one?" "I''ve seen others receive them enough times to make a rough comparison." "I see. Strip away the pretense, and it resembles a holy spell more than a regular spell? That''s interesting." Fred calmly assessed the situation. He still couldn''t understand their conversation, but one thing was clear. "So, you are a mage..." Just as priests could instinctively sense necromancy, necromancers could instinctively perceive holy power. Fred couldn''t sense any holy power from that arrogant young man. "If they''re not servants of the goddess..." For a moment, a look of relief flashed across Fred''s face. As long as they weren''t clerics. He had already killed several ordinary knights and mages! Regaining his confidence, Fred shouted triumphantly. "Haha, how laughable! Do you really think just the two of you can challenge me?" The two men still only responded with mocking smiles. "Wow, that''s embarrassing. Where did he pick up that way of speaking?" "That''s how you used to talk, Young Master." "Did I really sound like that?" "It''s remarkably similar. Does learning necromancy automatically make you talk like that?" "...Shut up and just take him down." Fred, glaring at the two who were not just being cocky but downright obnoxious, screamed. "Go, evil spirits! Kill them all!" *** The spirits screeched as they flew toward the two men from both sides. Aaaahhh! Boras quickly assessed their positions and raised his sword, preparing himself. He decided to target the right side first. "Hup!" With a short breath, he thrust his sword forward, then swiftly followed up with an upward diagonal slash, slicing through the spirit''s body in a sweeping motion! Boom! With a resounding explosion, the spirit was obliterated before it could even mount an attack. "That was easy." Boras didn''t stop there. Using the momentum from dispatching the first spirit, he charged at the one on the left. Just as the spirit began to swell and engulf him in darkness¡ª "Hmph!" With a scoff, Boras executed a rapid double upward slash. Two crescents of light flashed, and the spirit was instantly torn apart. This was the Over Kill technique of Laven Strauss. Boras looked down at his hands and clicked his tongue. "Tsk, I got too used to it before you even got a chance to practice, Young Master." Fred''s eyes widened in shock. "My spirits were defeated so easily?" He tensed up, summoning the darkness again. "So, you had some tricks up your sleeve! But my power doesn''t end there!" A massive wave of darkness spread out, engulfing the entire stream with a sinister aura. "Come forth, my servants!" Once again, countless evil spirits began to materialize all around them¡ªthis time numbering nearly a dozen. "This again? The guy''s got a limited repertoire." This time, Karnak also joined the battle. Boras was the first to leap into the fray, cutting down spirits with precision and force. "Hup! Take this!" Meanwhile, Karnak followed up with his magic. "Fire, condense and explode." Fireballs rained down, burning the evil spirits to ashes... "The roar of the sky shall flow into the earth." Thunderbolts danced, tearing through the darkness. Bang! Bang! Bang! With each deafening explosion, the number of spirits dwindled. Boras, pausing mid-swing, nodded in admiration. "Oh, you really do seem like a proper mage, Young Master." Karnak, satisfied, smiled as well. "Right? Can''t even tell the difference, can you?" Fred''s expression grew even more twisted. ''T-they''re strong...'' No matter how many evil spirits he summoned, they were no match for these two. He needed to call forth something more powerful. ''Damn it, but the aftereffects of that are severe!'' But if he didn''t use it, he''d be captured here and now. Resolving himself, Fred''s face twisted into a ghastly expression. "Fine! I''ll show you the true power of death!" Raising both hands above his head, his eyes glowed a menacing red. "Kneel before the great darkness!" S§×arch* The Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Wow, even that way of speaking is just like the Young Mast¡ª" "Shut up, Boras." "Yes, sir!" With a horrifying wail, a gray specter emerged. It was a Wraith, the most powerful undead spirit Fred could summon. Screeeech! It seemed that even these two were tense in the face of a Wraith. Boras stepped back, speaking seriously. "This is beyond my ability." Karnak''s expression was similarly grim. "It''s beyond my magic too. This is the limit of what we can handle right now." Seeing them retreat, Fred shouted arrogantly. "It''s too late to beg for mercy now! Go, evil spirit!" At his command, the Wraith cut through the darkness, its gray form elongating as it advanced. Screeeech! The ghastly wail shook the very heavens and earth. A terrifying aura of death spread in all directions, painting a horrific scene as if death itself had taken form. In an instant, the Wraith flew right up to Karnak. And then¡ª "Hey." Karnak, with a bored expression, spoke as he stared at the Wraith. "Kneel." The Wraith, mid-flight, dropped to the ground. Creeeeak... It bent low before Karnak, as if bowing to a king. Or, more accurately, since it had no knees, it simply crumpled its lower half and laid flat on the ground. Fred''s jaw dropped. ''W-what... what is that?'' [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 19 - 18: Darkness of Doom (3) Chapter 19: Chapter 18: Darkness of Doom (3) Fred screamed. "Rise, O evil spirit!" He shouted and shouted again until veins bulged in his neck. "Kill that bastard as I command you!" The wraith remained unmoving. Like a well-behaved dog, it lay flat at Karnak''s feet, without the slightest movement. Karnak grumbled as he looked at Fred. sea??h th§× N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Why do you keep calling it an evil spirit? It has a proper name¡ªit''s called a wraith." Boras responded while fastening his sword to his waist. "If you haven''t been properly educated, that can happen." Fred had never formally learned necromancy. He had simply gained the power of darkness in an instant and wielded it instinctively. In his mind, there was just the concept of an evil spirit, many evil spirits, and a stronger evil spirit, nothing more. "A wraith is still a type of evil spirit, isn''t it? So technically, it''s not wrong." "But from my perspective, it''s seriously cringeworthy." Let''s put this into a normal person''s context. Imagine a commander giving orders to soldiers like this: ''Go, humans!'' ''Kill them all, people!'' How awkward would that be? For a necromancer, it felt exactly like that. Karnak grimaced. "That idiot''s the one doing something stupid, so why do I feel embarrassed just watching? Damn it..." Suddenly, Fred''s gaze changed. "That power..." Karnak had felt nothing when using magic. But now it was different. A terrible aura of death and darkness flowed from his entire body. "So, you are a necromancer too!" "Did you just realize that now? You''re unbelievably slow." Necromancy couldn''t be used with chaos power. But Karnak still had the remnants of evil energy and aura of malice left after refining chaotic power. It was an extremely concentrated form of necromantic power. Of course, the total amount was minimal. If measured purely by necromantic power, it was less than one-tenth of Fred''s. But in every aspect except quantity, Karnak was overwhelmingly superior. It was more than enough to suppress a wraith. Fred shouted in frustration. "As fellow necromancers, couldn''t you live and help each other instead of becoming a dog of the Church?" At that, Karnak and Boras widened their eyes. They reacted as if they had just heard something completely absurd. "What did you just say? Help and live together as necromancers?" "Wow, this guy seriously has no basic common sense, does he?" "A necromancer this naive? That''s refreshing." Necromancers were beings that thrived on death and darkness. And that death and darkness included the existence of fellow necromancers. In fact, it was more like an excellent elixir. Because of this, it was utterly impossible for necromancers to get along with each other. They had only two options: either kill their opponent and consume their energy, or place them under a powerful curse and use them as a slave. "The world really has changed. A necromancer spouting such nonsense..." "Back in our day, no one gained necromantic power without having the knowledge to wield it." Fred cautiously observed them. ''These bastards...'' Was it because they had overwhelmed the wraith and held an undeniable advantage? They treated him as if he was already a captured prey, chatting among themselves. ''In that case...'' Suddenly, Fred turned his back and started running at full speed. He planned to escape while they were distracted by their conversation. "Well, well, trying to run away?" Karnak didn''t bother to chase after him. Why had he treated Fred as if he were already caught prey? "Because he really was." Darkness suddenly erupted from Fred''s limbs as he ran. The shadows formed into a massive hand that seized him. "Kuh!" Fred collapsed to the ground after barely taking a few steps. Karnak had already secretly restrained his opponent''s limbs with necromancy. "Do you think I talk so much for no reason? Misdirecting your attention while pulling something off behind your back is one of the main tactics of necromancy." It''s called misdirection¡ªthere''s even a specific section on it in necromancy books. "After matching your rhythm, I''ve picked up the habit of chatting during fights too, even though I don''t really need to." Even as the two of them leisurely talked, the darkness continued to do its job. It crawled up Fred''s limbs, seized his torso, and eventually reached his head. The darkness gripped Fred''s soul and began to twist it. A horrifying scream erupted. "Argh, aaaagh!" *** When the summoner collapsed, the wraith naturally disappeared as well. Karnak extended his hand toward the unconscious Fred. He intended to place him under mind control and extract information. "Open your eyes, my servant..." Fred''s eyes rolled back as he opened his mouth. "Yes, Master..." He then began to babble everything he knew. But even saying "everything" wasn''t much of value. He just gained power, went on a rampage, and got caught. The end. A life that could be summed up in just a few words. "He really was a worthless fool. There''s nothing to gain from him." Boras asked. "So, what will you do now?" "I''ll make him kill himself." If the Latiel Church found out that the two of them were involved, it would become problematic. "Search his belongings and find a knife or something similar." "Yes." A traveler never goes without a blade. Even if it''s not for self-defense, a knife is an essential item for any journey. Boras found a dagger on Fred and placed it in the man''s hand. "Let''s step back. Don''t want to get splattered with blood." After putting some distance between them, Karnak manipulated Fred''s mind. Fred, now completely out of it, slit his own throat with the dagger. Splurt! Blood sprayed out like a fountain as he instantly died. To any onlooker, it would appear as though "a necromancer, driven to despair, had taken his own life after being relentlessly pursued." "Now we just have to wait for the Latiel Church''s trackers to find this body." "Won''t they notice that he was forced to kill himself using necromancy?" "If they were ordinary humans, they would. But..." Karnak reached out toward Fred''s corpse. "In this case, the body is already drenched in foul evil energy. Who would notice a little more filth added to a cesspool?" Darkness rose from the corpse and flowed toward Karnak. The black energy began to fiercely seep into his grasp. Boras asked in surprise, "Wait, you''re absorbing the necromantic power?" "Just a little. I need to leave most of it for the Latiel Church; otherwise, they might get suspicious." "No, I meant... Didn''t you say it''s better to avoid absorbing such tainted necromantic power?" Chaos power required too much effort to cleanse the murky energy and death energy. Absorbing the pure yin energy from the beginning was far more efficient than taking in the severely corrupted necromantic power like Fred''s. Karnak shook his head. "I''m not doing this to gain power. I''m trying to find out more about the Prophecy of Doom. There might be something useful." As Karnak continued to absorb the darkness, he focused intently. "...!" Suddenly, his expression hardened. Boras, alarmed, asked, "What''s wrong, young master?" There was no response. Karnak''s face grew increasingly pale, as if he had been deeply shocked. "...Young master?" For a long time, Karnak stood there, frozen in place. Just as Boras began to reach for his weapon, wary of any sudden danger¡ª ''Did something go wrong?'' Karnak let out a deep sigh and finally began to move. "...Let''s return to the mansion, Boras." It was the usual tone of his master. Relieved yet puzzled, Boras couldn''t shake off the strange feeling. ''Why is he acting like that?'' To be precise, Karnak''s expression was slightly different from usual. ''It''s almost as if...'' No one in the world was more accustomed to ghosts than Karnak. He dealt with all kinds of evil spirits, mastered death and darkness, and eventually became known as the King of Death. So, at the very least, it was unimaginable to use this expression when referring to Karnak. ''...He looked like he''d seen a ghost.'' *** As expected, the Latiel Church''s trackers found Fred''s corpse. Everything went smoothly. The priests of Latiel inspected the scene and concluded that Fred had committed suici*e. Since necromancers driven to despair often took their own lives, no one suspected Karnak or Boras. After expressing their gratitude to the Jestarad Barony, the Latiel trackers returned to their church. For some time afterward, Karnak remained secluded. He distanced himself even from Boras, spending almost all of his time in the training ground, except when he was sleeping. He went so far as to have his meals brought to the training hall, thoroughly cutting off contact with others. The official reason was this: ¨C I wish to delve deeper into my magical studies, so I will distance myself from the affairs of the world for a while. It was almost common knowledge that knights or mages would isolate themselves to reach a new level of mastery. Even during the Duel Trial, Karnak had left the barony to train. Boras accepted it as such without much thought. During his time as the King of Death, Karnak often secluded himself for months while immersed in research. However, one thing still puzzled Boras. ''What was that expression back then?'' On the seventh day of Karnak''s seclusion, he finally emerged from the training hall. He immediately summoned Boras. "You called for me?" "Yes." As Boras entered the study, Karnak began preparing a spell. He used chaos power to create a thin barrier that enveloped the entire study. It was a soundproof barrier to prevent any noise from escaping. ''A barrier? In his own house?'' Watching this, Boras grew even more puzzled. The study was already soundproof, ideal for quiet reading. Karnak hadn''t even taken such precautions when discussing necromancy. "Why are you doing this? It''s not like you." Karnak slowly began to speak. "Listen, Boras." "Yes?" "I''ve been doing some research." "You mean about that ''Darkness of Doom'' or whatever?" There wasn''t much to gain from Fred, but one thing was clear. The dark energy that had tempted Fred was indeed the ''Darkness of Doom'' as referred to by the seven major religious orders on the continent. "Yes, the prophecy of that goddess... the one about the end of the world and all that..." Karnak twisted a strand of his dark hair around his finger as he continued to trail off. "Young master?" Boras frowned. "Why are you dragging this out?" Karnak let out a long sigh and forced a smile. "It turns out... I''m the culprit." *** The King of Death, Karnak, used his immense necromantic power to twist time and space, linking the past and the future. This twisted passage of time allowed him to send his soul back to the past¡ªa technique known as the Space-time Regression Spell. Successfully casting this spell, he had abandoned all the immense power he possessed as the King of Death to return to this era. "Up until now, I thought that was how things worked..." Slumping into a chair, Karnak muttered weakly. "But it turns out I was mistaken about something." "Mistaken?" "Yeah." Suddenly, Karnak changed the subject. "Boras." "Yes?" "Where do you think the world''s energies like aura or mana are stored?" Boras tilted his head in confusion and asked in return, "Aren''t they stored within the body?" "Right, to be precise, they''re stored in the physical body. That''s common knowledge." A knight''s aura or a mage''s mana is accumulated in the body. Therefore, no matter how powerful a knight or mage may be, they ultimately cannot escape the passage of time. The same goes for priests. Holy energy is stored within the body, and the soul governs that energy in tandem with the body. "Necromantic power is also stored within the body in the same way." Karnak briefly conjured a small black flame before extinguishing it. After using chaos energy to cleanse the foul aura, he continued speaking. "The Space-Time Regression Spell I created discards the physical body, allowing only the soul to transcend time and space. There''s nothing wrong with the method itself." The problem was that Karnak''s case was extraordinarily unique. "I was Astra Spiritus, wasn''t I?" An undead among the undead. An embodiment of absolute power, akin to the God of Death. "Here''s a question: What did I, the King of Death, look like?" Boras was dumbfounded. Was Karnak really asking such a question to someone who had been his loyal follower for nearly a hundred years? "What did you look like? You were just a skeleton draped in a shroud of dark energy, floating around like a ghost..." As he responded brusquely, Boras''s expression suddenly hardened. ''Wait, like a ghost?'' A deep sneer formed on Karnak''s lips. "Exactly. I was Astra Spiritus..." He had discarded his human body, creating a body of spiritual energy through immense power of darkness, becoming a being that transcended fate and mastered death. That''s right, a body of spiritual energy. A chaotic existence, neither fully a physical body nor merely a soul. "I naturally assumed that my necromantic power was stored in my body. But it turns out that body was actually part of my soul." And Karnak''s soul had transcended time and returned to this era. "No way..." Boras''s mouth dropped open. "Your powers... They regressed through time along with you?" [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 20 - 19: Darkness of Doom (4) Chapter 20: Chapter 19: Darkness of Doom (4) Karnak scratched his head irritably. "Ah, come to think of it, there were clues." The spiritual energy that had become Astra Spiritus was so vast that he couldn''t even properly possess a body. Just inserting a single finger would make the target explode. Karnak believed this phenomenon occurred because the soul wasn''t properly separated from the body. Even when he tried to transfer his soul into another body, the spiritual energy involved in the process was too overwhelming for the subject to withstand. That was why he had even created the space-time reversal magic. With simple possession, the soul couldn''t be cleanly extracted. The soul and body had been intertwined for so long that there was no clear indicator to distinguish them. "But this body is me, myself. Since I''m returning to the original soul and body that were once one, the essence itself serves as the marker, allowing for a clean separation." In fact, up to this point, it had been a success. His soul had discarded all necromantic power and settled perfectly into the present body, becoming a complete human. "So, I thought the remaining realm of Astra Spiritus was just abandoned in that timeline..." The problem was that he hadn''t considered that if the soul itself was too immense, it could also fail at possession. What if Karnak''s necromantic power had returned to this era along with his soul? Even so, his soul would still separate from the necromantic power and inhabit the body of this era. The result wouldn''t be different. "But in this case, the sequence has reversed." Instead of separating and then reversing time, he reversed time first and then separated. The realm of Astra Spiritus, the power of the Death King, existed in the present, not the future. "It seems that thing has now spread across the world as the Darkness of Doom, right?" Boras blinked. The explanation was a bit complicated, but having served by Karnak''s side for so many years, he understood the situation. Even so, it wasn''t easy to accept. "...So, because of the power you discarded, the world is on the brink of destruction?" "Probably?" "But no matter how powerful you are, young master, it''s not like the world would tremble with fear as if it were about to end just because the seven churches united..." Boras trailed off, closing his mouth. It was Karnak who had brought about the downfall of those Seven Goddesses'' Churches. "Still, there are many powerful empires and kingdoms in the world..." "We destroyed all those empires and kingdoms." "There are still the dragonkin, the fairies... and the Four Martial Kings, as well as the three Archmages..." "Didn''t you kill them all, turn them into undead, and make them your subordinates?" But that wasn''t all. In the end, even the seven goddesses lost their influence over the world. The power of the Death King had spread across the entire world, preventing the goddesses'' blessings from reaching it. "Come to think of it, it really was you who destroyed the world, wasn''t it?" For Karnak, it was a conquest, but for the living, it was no different from an end. And now, they were the ones on the receiving end of it? "Wait a moment." Still unable to fully accept it, Boras raised an objection. "Back then, you were able to conquer the world because you could control that power, right?" Now, only the power remains, scattered in all directions. "It''s not even concentrated in one place. Do you think we still can''t handle it?" Even if someone were to gather part of that power and become another Death King, they would surely be weaker than the real Karnak. "Yeah, you''re right." Karnak nodded. "But, Boras." Sear?h the N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Yes?" "When did I conquer the world? More precisely, how many years after becoming Astra Spiritus did I conquer the world?" "Well, the last battle was when you defeated the Dragon Emperor, so..." Boras calculated roughly and continued. "It was about three years after you became Astra Spiritus." "Right?" Karnak chuckled in disbelief. "And how many years passed before we performed the time-reversal?" "About 70 years... Gah!" It was only then that Boras grasped the severity of the situation. Karnak had conquered the world and become the Death King in his early fifties. And they had returned to this era when he was around 120 years old. That meant he was nearly seventy years stronger than when he had brought the world to ruin! "I''m at least five or six times stronger now than I was during the world conquest." Boras turned pale. "My God..." Imagining it, the power was truly terrifying. It was enough to make the seven goddesses, who protect the world, simultaneously issue a prophecy declaring the end of times. Boras, now ashen-faced, urgently asked another question. "Is there really no possibility that you''re not the culprit?" Facing that terrifying version of Karnak from his Death King days was a hundred times worse than invasion of some mysterious other-worldly demon king. "That''s right! You mentioned the timeline didn''t match up, didn''t you?" Thinking it through, something seemed off. Karnak and Boras had performed the time-reversal about a year ago. However, the Darkness of Doom had already been scattered across the world long before that time. Moreover, according to the announcements made by the church, it wasn''t even fully dispersed yet. It was steadily invading this world across time and space, bit by bit. "The timeline doesn''t add up! There''s no way you could be the culprit, young master!" "I don''t understand that part either." Despite this, there was undeniable evidence. "You know that Darkness of Doom we got from Fred? Its attributes match mine 100% perfectly." This was why Karnak hadn''t been suspected at all in the Randolph or Fred incidents. No matter how much of his own energy Karnak left behind, the church only saw it as the Darkness of Doom. So, there was no reason for suspicion to fall on him. The Darkness of Doom was already being spread across the continent. "There''s no doubt about it. This is my power. The only thing I don''t know is how it ended up like this." "If it''s your power... can''t you just take it back now?" Karnak shot a sharp look at his still-hopeful servant and retorted. "Do you think that makes any sense?" Imagine a wealthy man one day brings a bag of gold coins and throws them all over the town square. And then he shouts, ''Gold coins, return to me!'' Would the scattered gold coins fly back to the wealthy man''s bag on their own, or would the passersby pick them all up and take them home, feeling like they hit the jackpot? Once it was thrown away, Karnak had already lost control over it. "I can''t just ignore it anymore, not now." The situation had grown too big to be dismissed as he had done in the past. A madman had grown too powerful. And that madman was Karnak himself. To trust in humanity''s strength, to believe in the world''s resilience, and ignore it? He was the very one who had crushed both humanity and the world. "I can''t trust that! How am I supposed to trust it!" As Karnak ranted, Boras tried to calm him down and asked. "Then, what do we do now?" Karnak, having regained his composure, spoke seriously. "First, we need to gather information." At this point, they knew too little. You can''t form a plan until you have a clear understanding of the situation. "Like how you absorbed necromantic power from that guy last time?" "Yeah. I need to check the state of the necromantic power that separated from me. Last time, the amount was so small that it barely provided any useful information." The Darkness of Doom absorbed from Fred had been too insignificant. Compared to Karnak''s original power, it was just a crumb, like taking a single bucket of water from an ocean, so it offered almost no information at all. "We need to gather more data." "So, you''re saying we have to go around collecting the Darkness of Doom now?" "That''s right." "And that also means saying goodbye to the easy life we''ve been enjoying in the estate for a while?" "...That''s right." The two men looked at each other and let out a deep sigh. For those who thought they had nothing left to do but enjoy life as humans, it was truly a harsh fate. Karnak lamented. "Ah, I really wanted to live quietly this time, but the world just won''t leave me alone!" Boras retorted. "What does the world have to do with it? You brought this upon yourself, young master." "Well, that''s true, but still..." "Blaming the world before even considering your own actions¡ªyep, that''s our young master, alright." "Oh, shut up, will you?" *** The next morning, Karnak summoned the vassals of the family. "It looks like I''ll be away for about three months." He had already come up with a plausible excuse. He had been diligently studying magic through Dallas'' magic tome, but self-study had its limits. Therefore, he either needed to invite a high-ranking mage for further guidance or personally visit a mage guild to seek instruction. However, at his current level, hiring a high-ranking mage who could actually help would cost a lot of money. No matter how prosperous the estate had become, as a lord, he couldn''t just spend money recklessly. "So, I''ll go directly to the capital to gain magical knowledge and wisdom. Boras alone will be sufficient as my escort." The old butler strongly supported this decision. "That is indeed a very wise choice." The Jestarad estate was running smoothly without any major issues. The lord being absent for three months wouldn''t cause any significant problems. And this wasn''t the first time Karnak had left for an extended period¡ªhe had previously been away for several months during the Duel Trial. Since it was something he''d done before, there was no reason for anyone to find it strange that he would do it again. Of course, back then, everyone had opposed it. Not because of the absence itself, but because it was considered too dangerous for Karnak, who had no combat skills, to leave the estate with only a single attendant. Despite their objections, Karnak had insisted, and they had reluctantly agreed. But now? Karnak had grown stronger as a mage, and Boras had become the strongest knight in Jestarad, so there wasn''t much to worry about. Moreover, the old butler had another reason for his enthusiastic support. "Broadening your horizons by seeing the world is indeed a privilege of youth! It will be a truly valuable experience for you!" It seemed the old butler thought Karnak wanted to go on a journey out of youthful curiosity. ''No, I''ve had more than enough of those experiences already...'' Still, it was fortunate that they misunderstood. None of the other vassals objected either. "Please travel with peace of mind. We will safeguard the estate in your absence." "We eagerly await your return, hoping that you will have grown even more." The old butler, speaking on behalf of everyone, bowed respectfully. "May the blessings of the Seven Goddesses be with you, my lord." From Karnak''s perspective, that was a statement he could hardly smile at. ''Those goddesses conspired and issued prophecies to bring me down. Like they''d ever bless me.'' After finishing the handover of estate management duties for his absence, he returned to his room. When he entered, Boras was busy packing their belongings. His expression wasn''t great. The thought of leaving behind a comfortable life and wandering the world again didn''t sit well with him. "Sigh, I never thought the day would come when I''d have to pack these bags again." "The situation is better than before." Trying to cheer him up, Karnak held up a pouch of money. "We have plenty of money now. We even have gold coins, right?" Boras''s expression brightened. "Oh, so we can eat the finest delicacies from each region while traveling? And sleep soundly in the most luxurious inns?" "Of course. We''re not being chased anymore, are we?" Back when they used to roam the world, they had to constantly hide and lurk in alleyways. With a past full of sins, even having money didn''t mean they could freely reveal their identities. On top of that, they had to constantly be on guard against the pursuit of the Church of the Seven Goddesses, so they never had a good night''s sleep. "Just thinking about those times when we were on the run made me frown, but things are different now." It seemed there was nothing wrong with treating this as a young, nouveau-riche noble''s grand tour of the continent. "If we''re going to go through hardships, we might as well enjoy them, right?" "That''s true." With his packing complete, Boras slung the backpack over his shoulder and asked. "So where are we headed? We''re not really going to the capital, are we?" "To Derat City. That''s where that Fred guy first obtained his power, so there should be some clues there." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 21 - 20: Derat City (1) Chapter 21: Chapter 20: Derat City (1) The wide plains were filled with the energy of spring. Two men were riding horses along a straight road that stretched out before them. The young man with black hair, riding a white horse, was clearly from a noble family. He was dressed in a luxurious travel outfit made of a mix of deer leather and silk, and the magical wand he carried at his waist was also a rather expensive item. He was undoubtedly a mage of noble origin. The young knight on the brown horse who accompanied him was also no ordinary person. He had a well-trained physique and sharp eyes. Though he wasn''t heavily armed like a traveler, he wore armor made from the hide of a valuable beast, and his gauntlets and greaves were of high-quality steel. He carried a large bastard sword on his back, which was also of superior craftsmanship. The young knight, Boras, suddenly looked to his side and spoke. "It really feels like we''ve returned to the past. Back then, even if we had money, we purposely dressed in shabby clothes." The nobleman, Karnak, responded with a smile. "It just goes to show that one shouldn''t live a life of sin. Isn''t it great that we can now reveal our identities openly?" "I used to think that flaunting wealth would attract troublesome people, but no one''s really bothered us." "Of course. We dressed like this with that in mind." Disguising oneself as a poor traveler to avoid bandits is not always a wise choice. Bandits don''t necessarily target wealthy travelers; they target those who seem like easy prey. It''s more profitable to safely take small sums rather than risk everything for a big haul. However, it''s also not good to appear as though one is a wealthy noble on a leisurely journey. That might entice those who are willing to take risks. In this sense, Karnak and Boras''s current attire was quite appropriate. At a glance, they looked like travelers from a noble family with strong backing. Moreover, their attire was not only flashy but also expensive and practical. It was the clothing of seasoned travelers with considerable experience. Boras''s imposing figure and level of armament, as well as Karnak''s magical wand, clearly showed that they were not to be underestimated. "Even bandits are just trying to make a living, so they wouldn''t cross a dangerous bridge unless necessary." Even if they were to encounter an unusual group of bandits, it wouldn''t be a problem. With Karnak''s chaos magic and Boras''s martial prowess, they were more than capable of handling most situations. And if they did encounter enemies beyond their current capabilities? "Then we''ll just use necromancy." Thanks to this, the two of them were able to continue their journey pleasantly and without incident. In half a day, they would reach their destination. Boras, who had been looking down the road, asked, "So, how do you plan on finding the Darkness of Doom? Is there a specific spell for that?" "I''m still researching it, but for now, there isn''t." "Then how are you going to search for it?" "We''ll go by the book. You know the place we used to frequent back in the day?" Understanding, Boras nodded. "We''re going to rely on the Adventurers'' Guild again?" The Adventurers'' Guild. It originally started as an organization of bounty hunters who hunted down wanted criminals for rewards. In bounty hunting, information is just as important as strength. After all, you need to know where your target is hiding to capture or kill them, right? Bounty hunters began sharing information and working together to pursue their targets, and this eventually evolved into a specialized organization for gathering information and networking, known as the Bounty Hunters'' Guild. As they expanded their operations by managing various types of information and connections, someone in the guild had a thought: ''Why limit ourselves to selling information only to bounty hunters?'' S§×ar?h the ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Information that might be worthless to one person could be of immense value to another. They began selling information to treasure hunters who explored ancient ruins and dungeons left behind by pre-human civilizations. Naturally, these treasure hunters also became members of the guild. Monster hunters who exterminated beasts and demonic creatures were also eager buyers of good information. They, too, joined the guild. By this point, the organization was no longer just for bounty hunters. The name was changed to the Hunters'' Guild. The Hunters'' Guild continued to expand its influence across the continent. At the same time, its nature began to change. More and more members were accepting "requests" rather than just "hunting" something. The types of requests also became much more diverse. There were mercenary jobs, where they fought in territorial wars for local nobles for a fee. There were escort missions, protecting caravans or travelers. They even handled trivial errands, like delivering messages or recovering debts. The guild had evolved to the point where many members weren''t even hunters anymore, so another name change became necessary. But calling it "non-regular contract workers who do any job for money" was too long and lacked flair. So, they settled on the title Adventurer. Nowadays, everyone and their dog calls themselves an adventurer, making it a rather embarrassing title, but back then, it had a pretty good image. The Adventurers'' Guild, where all kinds of information gathered, was a highly useful place for Karnak when he was desperately searching for ancient necromancy knowledge. He had obtained a lot of information through the guild. "But there''s also a lot of junk information, so you need to sift through it carefully." Boras looked up at the sky with a wistful expression. "I miss those days. We really owed a lot to the guild back then." When the two were fugitives, the identity they most often adopted was that of adventurers. As wanderers, it was easy for them to clean up their identities. Claiming to be from an unknown territory in a faraway kingdom made it impossible for others to verify their story. Karnak glanced at Boras and chided him. "You miss those days? I''d rather not think about them." Given the nature of their work, they were more often wanted criminals than adventurers. "Having a friend from yesterday chasing after you with bloodshot eyes, ready to cut your throat, isn''t exactly a pleasant experience." "You killed them all and turned them into zombies, so why suddenly wax sentimental about friends?" As they continued their conversation, they eventually caught sight of a city in the distance. It was Derat City, the largest trade city in the northern part of the Kingdom of Yustil. "Do you really think the necromancer we''re looking for will be there?" Boras asked. Karnak responded calmly, "We''ll have to be patient. It''s not like necromancers are common." "Well, that''s not a bad way to look at it." Boras grinned. In truth, there wasn''t much need for patience. "We can certainly wait as long as we want while enjoying fine food and drink at a luxury inn!" *** As soon as they arrived in Derat City, Karnak made the Adventurers'' Guild his first stop. In their past lives, Karnak and Boras had concealed their identities and registered with the guild, operating as adventurers. They had to hide their identities and make money. In the process, they also secretly gathered information related to necromancy, killing two birds with one stone. "But this time, there''s no need to become an adventurer." Now, Karnak had a legitimate identity as Baron Karnak Jestarad, the lord of the territory. Investigating matters related to the Darkness of Doom wasn''t a crime, either. He openly revealed his identity and commissioned the guild to gather information related to the Darkness of Doom. He even provided a plausible pretext: ¨C A necromancer associated with the Darkness of Doom had appeared in my territory. Fortunately, the Latiel Church dealt with him, but there''s no telling when such an incident might happen again, so I cannot afford to ignore it. Since this was based on real events, it didn''t seem suspicious. But as it turned out, there hadn''t even been a need to offer an excuse. Other nobles were already using the Adventurers'' Guild to gather various pieces of information related to the Prophecy of Doom. It''s only natural for a good lord to prepare in advance for the possibility of a necromancer running rampant in his territory. To the Adventurers'' Guild, Karnak was just another typical client. "Thank you for using the Derat City Adventurers'' Guild, Baron Karnak! We''ll contact you as soon as the latest information comes in!" *** One week had passed since they began staying in Derat City. Karnak and Boras had settled into the finest inn and spent their time eating and drinking to their hearts'' content. Thanks to the copper mines, they had plenty of money, so they spared no expense. They stayed in the most expensive rooms, ordered the finest cuisine, and enjoyed themselves thoroughly. They were, in every sense, living the life of leisure. However, there was one key difference between them and other nouveau riche types¡ªthey didn''t engage with women from the red-light district. It wasn''t that they had any particular issues with sexual desire. Both had barely managed to return to human bodies. And weren''t they now in the prime of their youth? It would be a lie to say they had no sexual urges. They weren''t particularly concerned with morals or ethics either, so they did, in fact, visit a brothel. Yes, they went, but... "Ah, this just doesn''t feel right." Karnak turned on his heels after seeing the prostitutes. It was because he was a necromancer. A powerful necromancer often earned titles like Lord of Death, Lord of Darkness, or Lord of Plagues, etc. Necromancers are specialists in disease. Unlike clerics, who specialize in healing, necromancers specialize in infection. In other words, Karnak could practically see the sexually transmitted diseases clinging to the women in the red-light district! How could people, who take care to avoid unhealthy snacks, be so careless with their bodies? "I suppose I should meet a good woman, get married, and live a decent life. That''s what it means to live like a proper human, right?" "So, you''re actually thinking of getting married?" "Of course. I''m a lord now, aren''t I?" As the head of a noble house, it was important to leave behind an heir. "Marriage is a must. And preferably with a woman I like." He had no intention of entering a political marriage with a woman he had never met. The current Jestarad Barony wasn''t in such dire straits as to require that. "What about you, Boras? Don''t you have someone you like?" "Well, actually, there is someone I''ve been thinking about." Recently, the maids at the manor had been giving Boras such meaningful looks that he had begun to harbor some expectations of his own. "Really? Why didn''t you pursue them?" "Just when I was about to make a move, some lunatic decided to spread doom across the world. Thanks to that, I''m stuck here with you." "S-Sorry about that..." *** In any case, they certainly had a good time. The problem, however, lay with their original purpose. "It''s been a week, and we''ve got nothing to show for it." "Yeah, I didn''t expect it to turn out like this." It wasn''t that there was no information about the Darkness of Doom. On the contrary, there was too much information. The goddess had delivered a prophecy directly, and the Seven Religious Orders had announced it to the world. The prophecy foretold the coming of the world''s end, urging everyone to prepare for the darkness. How would ordinary people interpret this? If bandits ran wild in the hills, they blamed it on the darkness. If monsters infested the forests, they said it was because of the darkness. If they were scammed and lost money, they blamed it on the darkness that had consumed the swindler. People were even saying that if the neighbor''s dog attacked the chicken from the house behind, it was because the dog had been tainted by the darkness. In short, every bad thing that happened was being blamed on the Darkness of Doom. "Sigh, so this is why the Seven Religious Orders had been keeping the prophecy a secret all this time." Karnak shook his head. The world was overflowing with supposed incidents related to necromancy, but almost none of them were genuine. "How blatant were Fred''s actions for him to be chased so relentlessly?" "Judging by what he did, it''s a miracle he wasn''t caught sooner." They had learned something new after arriving in Derat City¡ªthe Latiel Church hadn''t been chasing Fred from the beginning. In the early stages of the incident, they had placed a search request through the Adventurers'' Guild. During that time, several adventurers were killed, which aroused the suspicion of a priest from the Latiel Church who started investigating the case. He, too, met an untimely end. It was only then that the church realized the severity of the situation and deployed a large number of forces. With so much unreliable information, even the Seven Religious Orders couldn''t intervene in every incident. They only got involved when things were reasonably certain. "We need to get ahead of them and take control of the situation first." As Karnak strolled through the night streets, he spoke as if making a wish. "I hope we get some useful information tomorrow..." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 22 - 21: Derat City (2) Chapter 22: Chapter 21: Derat City (2) It had been ten days since Karnak and Boras arrived in Derat City. As usual, the first thing they did after leaving the inn was visit the Adventurers'' Guild. Their routine these days involved checking out new information and then exploring the local eateries. "Welcome, Baron Karnak." A teenage boy greeted them with a polite attitude in the lobby. It was Hans, an apprentice guild member working as a receptionist. "Would you like to check the requests?" "Yes, anything useful today?" "Unfortunately, not much..." Hans handed over a stack of papers with an apologetic expression. Even someone as young as him could tell that the guild''s information was garbage. "It doesn''t matter. I wasn''t expecting much anyway." Karnak casually replied as he took the documents and skimmed through them. As expected, there was nothing worthwhile today either. Boras, who had been peeking over his shoulder, frowned. "Seriously, blaming the ''Doom of Darkness'' for a wife running away after getting beaten by her drunk husband? Isn''t that a bit much?" Of course, the husband insisted that his wife, who had always stayed quiet no matter how much he beat her, must have been tainted by darkness if she suddenly left him. "If she had really gained the power of darkness, do you think she would''ve just run away? She would''ve torn that husband apart." "Exactly, it''s just more nonsense." Hans cautiously asked, "You instructed us to collect any information related to the Doom of Darkness, no matter how trivial... Should we start filtering them out?" "No, keep doing what you''re doing. You never know what might turn up." Karnak, who had reached the pinnacle of necromancy, could detect even the faintest traces of darkness that even the highest-ranking priests couldn''t perceive. Even information that seemed worthless at first glance might reveal something suspicious to him that others would miss. The problem was that, so far, there hadn''t been any clues, not even minor ones. "Looks like we''re out of luck today as well." Boras tried to console the disappointed Karnak. "Why don''t we head to Seral Street this time? I heard there''s a bakery there that makes incredible baguettes." "Let''s go. My mouth''s already watering." The two of them, their eyes gleaming with anticipation for a new culinary delight, were about to leave the guild together when a deep voice echoed from across the lobby. "How can you not believe me? I''m telling you, an evil necromancer has appeared!" Boras and Karnak exchanged astonished looks. "Young master, did he just say necromancer?" "No way. Could it be that our timing is perfect?" *** The one who had shouted was an ordinary farmer who appeared to be in his early thirties. He claimed to be from a small village called Gelpa, located about a day''s journey from Derat City. "So, you''re saying a necromancer appeared in your village, and you came all the way here to report it?" The farmer nodded vigorously in response to Hans'' question. "Yes! But no one would believe me!" Because of the commotion, other adventurers had gathered in the first-floor hall, in addition to the receptionist. The adventurers exchanged looks and shook their heads. "This sounds like a common tale, doesn''t it?" "Right? Seems like he''s already visited the temple as well." The Church of the Seven Goddesses is always on high alert when it comes to incidents related to the Doom of Darkness. Typically, if a report were legitimate, one of the seven religious orders would dispatch personnel to investigate. But only if it truly was an incident related to the Doom of Darkness. "So, the church didn''t believe you?" "I''m telling you, they didn''t!" The farmer shouted, clearly feeling wronged by Hans'' question. One of the adventurers tried to calm him down. "Alright, alright! Let''s hear the full story. What exactly happened?" The farmer began explaining, stammering a bit. Not long ago, a mysterious outsider appeared in Gelpa Village. He settled in an abandoned villa that belonged to a noble family located in the village forest. Using some strange methods, he captivated all the village maidens, earning the resentment of the village''s young men. "Even Emily, who had promised to marry me, fell for him!" "I see. And then?" "What do you mean, ''and then''?" The adventurers waiting for the next part of the story looked puzzled. "Wait a minute." "Is that it?" The farmer raised his voice as if wondering what more they needed. "Emily was a diligent and virtuous woman. She''s not the kind of girl who would fall head over heels for someone she''s never met before!" It seemed he was implying that the woman he had his eye on was suddenly enchanted by some random guy, and it must have been due to the power of darkness. It was a story that had become quite common these days, but the adventurer decided to press further just in case. "What does this person look like?" Grinding his teeth, the farmer replied. "He''s as handsome as a male courtesan." "How old?" "He''s a young man in his twenties." "Has he swindled money out of the village maidens or anything like that?" "No, he seems to have plenty of money, though I don''t know where it came from." The adventurers listening couldn''t believe what they were hearing. "So, let me get this straight..." "You''re saying there''s a young man who''s not only good-looking but also wealthy, and he''s charming all the women?" "Does that really require the power of darkness?" Boras, who had been listening from the back, stepped forward. "So, the other villagers just left him alone? It''s only one person, so why did you have to come all the way here?" The farmer slumped his shoulders. "The villagers are all under his spell too..." "What exactly did he do?" "Well, he..." In response to Boras'' question, the farmer''s voice grew quieter. "He''s been hosting village feasts and giving medicine to the sick..." In other words, the young, wealthy, and handsome man was also kind-hearted. Hans spoke seriously, "From our guild''s perspective, we can''t accept your report. Unless, of course, you want to place a personal request?" "I... I don''t have that kind of money..." The farmer''s face turned pale. There was no way a mere farmer could afford the large sum required to hire adventurers. He had likely come all the way to Derat City, relying on the Church of the Seven Goddesses to handle necromancer cases for free. In the end, the farmer left the guild building, disheartened. The adventurers watched his retreating figure with mocking smiles. "It''s just a loser jealous of someone better than him." "Pathetic." "Still, this kind of thing is happening so often these days, it''s no surprise." Karnak and Boras also left the guild with similar smirks on their faces. But as soon as they turned the corner of the alley, their expressions changed completely. "Suspicious, right, young master?" "Very suspicious." "That sounds exactly like something you would do." "I''ve actually done similar things before." At first glance, the story didn''t seem strange at all. But upon closer consideration, there were some questionable aspects. It wasn''t unusual for village maidens to be attracted to a young, handsome, and wealthy man who was also kind. But if you think about it the other way around... Why would a man with such abilities go out of his way to seduce simple village maidens? "If he''s truly capable, wouldn''t he target a noble lady instead of a plain country girl?" Nodding, Karnak muttered, "A true con artist wouldn''t find much value in a country maiden." However, there is a realm where an innocent country maiden holds significant value¡ªspecifically, her ''soul.'' "Could it be black magic?" "That''s what I''m thinking." Of course, the world is vast, and there are plenty of eccentric people out there, so it''s not impossible that this person is genuinely interested in village maidens. But it was certainly worth checking out. "He said it was Gelpa Village, right? Let''s go." "Since everyone else just laughed it off, we won''t have to worry about troublesome adventurers getting involved. We can investigate without any hassle." *** Although the farmer mentioned it was a day''s journey, that was based on traveling slowly on foot. For Karnak and Boras, who were traveling on horseback, it only took half a day to reach Gelpa Village. They climbed a nearby hill overlooking the village to assess the situation. It was a typical rural village, with nothing unusual at first glance. However, Karnak was pleased. "We''ve come to the right place." Boras asked, "Do you see something?" "I''ll show you." Karnak summoned his chaos magic, lightly covering Boras''s vision. As a result, faint black lines appeared, connecting beneath the village''s scenery. "Oh, a barrier." The dark power, hidden from view, was intricately woven like a spider''s web through the village underground. It was so discreetly concealed that even a high-ranking priest would struggle to detect it. "Not bad. Seems like someone learned this the proper way." Having seen nothing but amateurs for so long, Karnak was almost pleased to witness some proper necromancy. As he continued observing the village, Boras asked another question. S§×arch* The N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "So, it''s related to the Doom of Darkness?" "We won''t know until we catch him." The nature of darkness can only be fully understood by probing its very essence. That''s why, during the Fred incident, Karnak couldn''t identify the nature of the darkness until he had extracted and absorbed it himself. "There''s a chance it''s just a regular necromancer." "That''s possible." In any case, they needed to confirm it. And confirming it wasn''t difficult at all. No one was watching, and there were no allies to worry about. They could simply head to the noble''s villa where the suspect was staying and deal with him immediately. "Judging by the barrier, he seems to be somewhat skilled, but that''s hardly a problem." Karnak was about to confidently pull the reins to move forward. "Let''s finish this quickly..." Suddenly, both of their expressions changed. They sensed someone approaching from the other side of the hill. What''s more, the presence was heading straight toward them. "Huh? Someone''s coming?" While Boras merely sensed the presence, Karnak was genuinely surprised. "A high-ranking priest?" Necromancers and priests are highly sensitive to each other''s presence. The person approaching them had a significant amount of divine power. "A priest of this level in such a rural village?" As Karnak watched in bewilderment, a figure appeared in his sight. It was a young man in his twenties, dressed in green robes adorned with a mountain emblem, holding an oak staff. As he approached, the young man shouted to the two of them. "Ex-Excuse me! You there!" *** The young priest who had run up to them caught his breath for a moment before immediately began to speak. "You''re adventurers who''ve come to investigate the strange occurrences in this village, right? Perfect timing! I was just about to do the same!" It was a bit bewildering how he jumped to conclusions without giving them a chance to say anything. Boras cautiously asked, "...And who might you be?" Realizing his oversight, the priest quickly corrected himself. "Oh, I haven''t introduced myself yet. I am Alius, a priest serving Hatoba." "So, you''re from the Earth Church." Pretending to understand, Boras introduced himself as well. "I''m Boras, a knight of the Jestarad family. And this is my lord, Baron Karnak." Alius''s eyes widened at the mention of the baron title. "You''re not adventurers?" Karnak, finding the priest''s confusion puzzling, asked in return, "Why did you assume we were adventurers, priest?" "Well, just from your appearance, you both seemed to be quite capable..." It dawned on the two what had happened. They had dressed in a way that made them look like formidable adventurers to avoid unnecessary trouble, and Alius had misunderstood because of it. Realizing his mistake, Alius cautiously asked, "...So, you''re not here to investigate this village?" Boras sent a magical message to Karnak. [What should we do?] While exchanging glances could work for a while, it wasn''t a reliable way to communicate in the long term. So, Karnak had used chaos magic to establish a secret communication with Boras. [It seems like we can''t just say we''re passing through at this point.] [Exactly. This priest seems determined to dig deeper into this village no matter what.] It seemed best to give a vague answer for now. Karnak spoke in a careful tone, "We didn''t come here specifically to investigate. We were just passing by when we heard something strange and decided to take a look." "Is that so?" Alius looked relieved, as if this was what he had expected. "In that case, would you be willing to assist me? This is also a sacred duty for the goddess!" Though Karnak already knew what Alius wanted, he played along and asked innocently, "A sacred duty?" Alius glanced around nervously before speaking in a low voice. "...There''s a possibility that an evil necromancer is operating in this village." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 23 - 22: A Model Necromancer (1) Chapter 23: Chapter 22: A Model Necromancer (1) Alius was a priest affiliated with the Northern District Diocese of the Church of the Earth Goddess, located in Derat City. "Embarrassingly enough, I hold the rank of a 1st-tier Inquisitor." Karnak tilted his head in confusion. "Did you say a 1st-tier Inquisitor?" "Yes, an Inquisitor is..." "No, I know what an Inquisitor is." Traditionally, whenever traces of necromancy were discovered, the Church of the Seven Goddesses would send a seasoned clergyman to investigate the truth. The position given during these investigations was known as ''Inquisitor.'' Once appointed, the priest would determine the truth of the matter, deliver judgment in the name of the Goddess, and then return to their original position. In other words, it was originally a temporary role. "I''ve never heard of Inquisitors having ranks." Having ranks implied that it was a formal position. But if necromancers were so widespread that a permanent need for Inquisitors existed, wouldn''t that mean the world was in a state of chaos? Alius made a bitter expression. "That''s the problem¡ªsuch a world has already come." There had been so many incidents related to the Darkness of Doom that sending temporary Inquisitors, as was done in the past, had become insufficient. As a result, the church now trained professional Inquisitors. "I just recently received the 1st-tier rank. Until not long ago, I was 2nd-tier." Karnak let out an admiring sound. Typically, the ranks of priests did not rise so easily. "That''s quite impressive for someone so young." Alius scratched the back of his head, looking somewhat embarrassed. "There are so many incidents. If you work as an Inquisitor, you accumulate experience whether you like it or not." He certainly seemed to be quite capable. He, too, had sensed something suspicious about Gelpa Village, just like Karnak. "It''s indeed strange for such a competent man to target a rural village like this." Boras, who had been listening to the conversation, suddenly asked a question. "But did you come here alone, Priest? If there really is a necromancer in that village, it would be dangerous." His question implied that Alius should have brought the church''s forces with him. Alius shook his head. "Unfortunately, the church does not move without solid evidence." "Evidence? If an Inquisitor confirmed it, isn''t that enough?" "It used to be, but..." Alius sighed and replied weakly. "The truth is, the church considers this to be another baseless rumor." "Why? Isn''t the situation suspicious enough?" If it had gone unnoticed, that would be one thing, but with Alius already having identified a flaw, dismissing it as mere rumor seemed incomprehensible. Yet, it appeared this was becoming the norm lately. "Recently, there was a similar incident. Of course, it had nothing to do with necromancy." "...Are you saying it''s common for a young, rich, kind, and even handsome guy to be chasing after a simple country girl?" Boras, who couldn''t comprehend the situation, asked in disbelief, prompting Alius to sigh. "That''s precisely why it''s a matter of perspective." What does it mean to be wealthy? Where does the line for wealth begin? What does it mean to be handsome? What is the threshold for being considered kind? These aren''t things that can be measured by numbers, except for age, perhaps. Even the definition of "young" is relative. In a village full of elderly folks in their seventies or eighties, someone in their fifties would be considered a youngster. Karnak and Boras thought it was strange for a competent man to be targeting a rural girl, assuming he was some "wealthy young noble who looked like a pampered playboy throwing gold around." "But if he has just enough money saved up and his skin isn''t too tanned by the sun, he could easily be seen as rich and handsome by countryside standards." "Ah, in that case, it wouldn''t be so strange for him to be interested in a country girl." "Exactly. What used to be typical incidents and accidents are now all being attributed to the Darkness of Doom." As a result, the sheer volume of false information has made it difficult for the church to act without solid evidence. They simply don''t have enough personnel. "I''m not completely convinced that there''s a necromancer in this village either. I just don''t want to ignore something suspicious without checking it out." Boras, looking dumbfounded, used a magical communication spell to speak with Karnak. [We almost wasted our time here, didn''t we?] [Indeed. We got lucky this time and stumbled upon something by chance.] They had come here full of confidence, mocking adventurers for being fools, but now it seemed that their initial assumptions were wrong. ''Man, I can''t afford to act recklessly based on old habits.'' Regardless, the fact remained that there really was a necromancer in that village. "So, are you planning to gather evidence and return to the church?" Karnak asked. Alius looked embarrassed. "Actually, I was planning to handle it on my own." This wasn''t just youthful recklessness. His divine power was quite substantial. After all, Karnak had been startled when he sensed Alius''s approach. In terms of divine power, even if all the priests of Latiel who had visited the Jestarad Territory were combined, they wouldn''t amount to half of what Alius possessed. ''As expected from someone of 1st-tier rank. If the necromancer isn''t too powerful, he really might be able to handle it alone.'' Despite this, Alius''s excitement at seeing the two of them was understandable. With allies, he could use his holy spells much more effectively. "You both seem to be quite skilled..." In truth, the one Alius truly desired as an ally was Boras. Karnak was young and a mage, so it was hard to gauge his exact capabilities just by looking at him. But Boras was different. With his massive, well-trained body and the sword and armor that showed signs of long use, there was no way someone like him could be weak. Alius made a sincere request. "Your help would be greatly appreciated." *** While Alius waited for a response, Boras secretly asked Karnak. [What do you plan to do, young master?] [What else? We can''t use necromancy in front of a priest. We''ll make an excuse to part ways for now and handle this on our own...] Mid-reply, Karnak suddenly changed his mind as something occurred to him. [No, let''s move together.] [Huh? Are you sure about that?] [This is a perfect opportunity. There''s something I want to check.] Turning back to Alius, Karnak spoke earnestly. "I understand the situation. We are also children of the Goddess, and it''s our duty to assist in sacred tasks, however modest our help may be." Alius, overjoyed, made the sign of the cross. "Thank you for your assistance. May the blessings of the Seven Goddesses be with you both." Boras still felt uneasy. [Are you really okay with this? What if we end up in a situation where we have to use necromancy?] [Then we use it. It wouldn''t be the first time I''ve used necromancy in secret.] [But every time you''ve done that, it hasn''t ended well.] Although it was supposedly done in secret, Karnak''s usual method was to openly use necromancy and then erase people''s memories through mind manipulation. [Everyone whose memory you erased ended up suffering from nightmares, wasting away until they went mad. Are you planning to do that again?] [Is that so?] [Exactly. We decided to start living like decent people, remember?] By the way, their definition of "living like decent people" didn''t necessarily mean following morals and ethics to live virtuously. Rather, it was more about wanting to live that way but not really knowing how. So, the standard that Karnak and Boras had set for themselves was this: ¨C Don''t live like they did before. [This priest is a good person.] Though he had a somewhat hasty and presumptive nature, he was fundamentally diligent and kind- hearted. The fact that he had gone out of his way to travel to this village, even when everyone else dismissed it, was proof enough. [Turning a good person into a lunatic seems like living as we did before, doesn''t it?] [You''re right.] Agreeing, Karnak pondered how to find a solution that wouldn''t harm anyone. [Hmm, how can I erase memories without causing any damage to his mind?] [...Is not manipulating someone''s mind even an option? You really are the quintessential necromancer.] [I''m not going to use necromancy; I''ll use chaos magic to erase them.] [There''s a way to do that?] [If I thin out chaos energy like a needle and burn away part of the brain''s memory center, it might work.] [...] [What? Did I say something wrong?] [No, it''s just that you really are a model necromancer.] [I told you, I''m not using necromancy! Why do you keep bringing up necromancers?] Since their conversation was happening through a magical telepathic link, outwardly it only seemed like the two were silently keeping their mouths shut. Misinterpreting their expressions, Alius spoke in a gentle tone. "There''s no need to be so tense. We haven''t confirmed that there''s a necromancer in that village yet. And even if there is..." Gripping his oak wand tightly, he donned a sacred expression. "I have the blessing of Hatoba with me, so no wicked necromancer stands a chance!" Boras stared intently at Alius. ''The very necromancer you''re talking about is targeting you right now.'' But of course, he couldn''t say that out loud. He simply nodded with a warm smile. "It''s reassuring to hear that. We''ll be counting on you." *** Gelpa Village was quiet. Most of the residents seemed to be out in the fields, leaving only a few women and children occasionally visible. The villagers glanced at Karnak''s group as they passed by, their expressions curious about the unusual appearance of outsiders in their small village. "Judging by their reactions, we probably can''t expect there to be an inn." If the village had an inn, it wouldn''t be so surprising for outsiders to show up now and then. Holding the reins of his horse, Boras glanced around. "We''ll need a place to stable the horses and unpack our things..." In a village without an inn, travelers would typically seek out the village chief''s house or a local church for lodging. "There''s likely a small church in a village this size, right?" Karnak shook his head. "I doubt it." "What makes you think that?" Alius answered in his place. "If this village had a church, that farmer wouldn''t have gone all the way to Derat City to seek help." "That makes sense. I guess I''m just a simple swordsman¡ªI didn''t think that far." Impressed by their reasoning, Boras had just started heading deeper into the village when they saw it¡ª a small, neatly built white building. The building had a blue sacred relic hanging from its roof and a symbol representing wind drawn at the entrance. It was unmistakably a church dedicated to Saisha, the Goddess of Wind and Sky. Boras mumbled in surprise. "But... there''s a church here?" The two who had confidently deduced there wouldn''t be one quickly tried to cover up their mistake. "Oh, so there is." "...Then why did that man go all the way to Derat City?" Boras chuckled and resumed walking. "Well, it''s good for us. We''ll be able to stay there." The church was so small that it only had two clergy members: a village church leader in his mid- forties and a nun who appeared to be in her thirties. They welcomed the group warmly. "Welcome to the Church of the Wind, brothers of the Earth." After stabling their horses and unpacking their belongings, they explained their purpose. Upon hearing the situation, the priest, Father Gras, shook his head. "Tsk, tsk. So he went all the way there?" Apparently, the man had already caused quite a commotion here as well. When no one in the village believed him, he decided to go all the way to Derat City. "Mr. Cleo is a diligent and good man. He''s been a great help to the village, and everyone here likes him. I can assure you he has nothing to do with necromancy." Sister Julia, who had just finished tying the horses in the church''s backyard, smiled warmly and added her thoughts. "Indeed, a few months ago, another priest came by, but he left without incident." Neither of them sensed anything suspicious about this mysterious man, Cleo. "It''s a shame you''ve come all this way only to find it was a false alarm," Father Gras said. Alius smiled gently. "It''s alright. In my line of work, a false alarm is actually a good thing." "Oh my, the previous visitor said the same thing." As it was getting late to return to Derat City, they decided to spend the night at the church. After showing them to a small guest room, Sister Julia kindly said, "It''s humble, but please make yourselves comfortable." *** Once they were alone, Karnak asked, "So, what will you do now, Priest?" Alius pondered for a moment before replying, "On the way here, I searched for sacred things throughout the village, but I didn''t find anything suspicious." "Does that mean it really was just a rumor?" Karnak asked. "Not necessarily. Necromancers are skilled at hiding their presence. Just because I didn''t detect anything doesn''t mean they aren''t here." Boras joined in on the conversation. "Then we should observe the situation a bit more. I noticed there''s a tavern where the locals gather," Boras suggested. A tavern is usually the easiest place to gather information about the local situation. Once people start drinking, they tend to spill everything, true or not. Judging by the way Boras was licking his lips, though, it seemed like he was just looking for an excuse to have a drink. Alius shook his head. "It wouldn''t be of much use." Considering the attitudes of Father Gras and Sister Julia, it was clear that this Cleo person was well- trusted by the villagers. "The other villagers probably feel the same way. I doubt we''d learn much from asking around." Boras looked dejected at the prospect of missing out on a drink, so Karnak asked on his behalf. "Then what do you plan to do?" Looking out the window, Alius''s expression hardened. Sear?h the Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "I''ll have to check for myself." His gaze was fixed on the dense forest to the west of the village, where an old noble''s mansion was said to be located. [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 24 - 23: A Model Necromancer (2) Chapter 24: Chapter 23: A Model Necromancer (2) Karnak wore a displeased expression. ''You want to confront the necromancer directly? And then what?'' The outcome was obvious if they faced off head-on. ¨C Hello, are you by any chance a necromancer? ¨C No, I''m not. ¨C Oops, my mistake. Goodbye. Could it really go like this? Surely, Alius wasn''t that naive. "Of course, I''m not saying I''ll interrogate them outright. The Inquisitor has their own methods." Karnak''s eyes gleamed. ''Oh, have they developed a holy spell specifically to track necromancers that I don''t know about?'' That was possible. Necessity is the mother of invention, after all. In his previous life, necromancers didn''t sprout up like weeds as they do now. "In that case, we should move before the sun sets." Just as Karnak was about to rise, Alius stopped him. "We''ll move after night has fully fallen. Let''s rest for now." "...Is that really okay?" Sunlight greatly weakens the power of darkness, which is why necromancers exhibit their true strength deep in the night. And yet, he wanted to confront the necromancer only after the sun had completely set? "It''s easier to determine whether someone is a real necromancer when the night is deep. You''ll see soon enough." With that, Alius headed towards his bed. "Then, I''ll take a quick nap. We need to be prepared for the night." It wasn''t just because he was sleepy. He was trying to replenish his holy power as much as possible through rest. If they were really going to face a necromancer, it was the proper stance for a cleric to take. Karnak and Boras also lay down on their respective beds. Staring at the ceiling, Boras asked through a magical message. [What''s the real situation, young master?] [Both of them are under mind manipulation.] Unlike Alius, Karnak could clearly see the state of Priest Gras and Sister Julia. [Their foreheads are dull. It means they''re under necromantic influence. It''s so faint that Alius didn''t notice, but it''s there.] [The necromancer must be quite strong, right? Isn''t it difficult to manipulate the mind of a cleric?] [It''s more that their divine power is just too low.] To be honest, their level was barely enough to even be called clerics. [That''s probably why they''ve been assigned to this rural village.] Not just the clerics, but the entire village was under a weak bewitching spell. Karnak had already confirmed it all on the way here. [For a third-rate necromancer, he is pretty decent. He is around the level I was in my mid-20s. He is hiding so well that it''s unlikely he''ll be caught easily.] But in his past life, there were no clerics like Inquisitors who specialized in dealing with necromancers. That''s why, even when he was weak, he managed to survive by hiding and running away. Glancing at the deeply sleeping Alius, Karnak smiled. ''It was definitely worth moving together. I can learn about the clerics of this era.'' *** The three of them slept soundly until dusk. Then, they had a hearty meal prepared by Sister Julia. It was a simple meal, befitting a small village church, but it was enough to restore their energy. During the meal, Karnak offered a donation worth several times the cost of the food, bringing happiness to Priest Gras. After finishing their meal, the three of them returned to their room, saying they would get some more sleep since the night had deepened. A bit more time passed. Alius, who had been watching the situation outside, spoke up. "It''s about time for the two of them to go to bed as well. Let''s move." He was suggesting that they sneak out of the church without Priest Gras and Sister Julia noticing, in order to find Cleo, who was suspected of being a necromancer. "Is it really necessary to keep this secret?" Karnak asked, curious. Alius answered seriously, "It''s to prevent the possibility that they might be under the necromancer''s influence. If that''s the case, our movements could be reported to the necromancer." "Then wouldn''t it have been better to hide the fact that you''re a priest from the beginning...?" "There are times when we do that." He explained that this is indeed the case when there is a certain level of population in the area. "But in this village, outsiders are rare. It''s better to clearly reveal our identity than to appear as suspicious strangers." Many priests were already traveling across the continent, continuing their search for necromancers. Didn''t Sister Julia mention that another priest had visited a few months ago? So, the appearance of an outsider priest in the village was still within the realm of what could be tolerated. But if that priest suddenly left the church in the middle of the night? "Now that would be truly suspicious." "I see, I hadn''t thought that far ahead." Karnak was honestly impressed. Unlike him, Alius hadn''t noticed anything suspicious about the people in the village. Despite that, he was prepared to handle the worst-case scenario. Alius, feeling a bit embarrassed, responded, "This is standard training for official Inquisitors." The world had certainly changed. Unlike in the past, the Churches of the Seven Goddesses had now systematized their response to necromancers. After finishing his preparations, Alius rummaged through his belongings once more. He pulled out a shabby robe, which he put on over his priestly garb, and then he took out two equally shabby cloaks and three masks. "It''s fortunate I had spare cloaks." Laying them out in front of the group, he began to explain the plan. *** Moonlight faintly filtered through the window. As Cleo gazed out at the dark forest beyond, a smile crept across his face. ''The time for harvest is drawing near.'' Reflected in the window was the image of an ordinary middle-aged man, seemingly in his late forties. Contrary to what the villagers believed, he was neither young nor handsome. But that didn''t matter. The villagers perceived him differently. How fragile is the human mind? ''Foolish beings, hehehe.'' In the room, a maid was busy tidying the bed. In reality, a maid from a noble household wouldn''t wait until this late hour to prepare the bedroom. Proper etiquette dictated that all tasks be completed before the master''s presence was required. However, this girl, wearing a maid''s uniform, was just an ordinary maiden from the village. Expecting more from her would be unreasonable. Cleo waved a hand dismissively toward the maid once she finished. "You may go now." "...Good night, Master." With vacant eyes, the girl left the room. Watching her retreating figure, Cleo clicked his tongue. ''Tsk, just watching is hard to endure.'' She wasn''t particularly beautiful, but she was still a young maiden. The desire to take her on the spot was almost overwhelming. But Cleo restrained himself. A maiden''s soul held high value as a sacrificial offering. ''After coming this far, I can''t lower that value for a moment of indulgence.'' It had taken him half a year just to seize control of the village, gather the power of darkness, set up the barrier, and prepare to offer the sacrifice to summon a demon. He had even spent a considerable amount of money to purchase and renovate the abandoned mansion to blend seamlessly into the village. ''Hehehe, it''s almost time.'' He was just about to lie down, dreaming of the immense power he would soon wield, when something triggered the detection barrier he had set up around the mansion. ''...Intruders?'' Startled, Cleo focused his mind. ''Could it be a follower of the Goddess?'' He had already been uneasy, knowing that a priest had entered the village. But since there had been no movement from the church after the priest''s arrival, he had begun to relax. ''Regardless, if there are intruders, I can''t just sit here.'' Cleo hurriedly grabbed his sword. As he stepped out of the room, he found three men standing in the hallway, their faces concealed by masks. ''Masks?'' If they were priests, there would be no reason to hide their faces. Additionally, their shabby robes and cloaks made it difficult to identify their affiliation by their attire. Perplexed, Cleo pointed his sword at them. "Who the hell are you?" Cleo demanded. A man in a shabby robe swaggered forward. "Hey, man, there''s a lot of talk about you. Word is, some rich kid''s been throwing money around like it''s nothing." He twirled a dagger lightly in one hand as he continued in a sneering tone. "So we thought we''d drop by and get a share of that leftover cash ourselves." Cleo''s expression twisted into something strange. This was completely unexpected. ''...What is this? Just some common thieves?'' But the more he thought about it, the less surprising it seemed. When rumors spread about someone having money, it was almost inevitable that this sort of thing would happen. Cleo let out a small, incredulous laugh. "Kuh, heh, heh..." "Oh, so you think this is funny?" The young thief frowned, pretending to stab with his dagger. sea??h th§× N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Looks like you''re going to need a little prick to snap out of it." Pathetic. Utterly pathetic and laughable. Cleo''s eyes changed. His voice dripped with contempt. "Hmph, worms like you aren''t even fit to be sacrifices..." A pitch-black darkness erupted from Cleo''s body, filling the corridor. "For the crime of disturbing my sleep, you''ll pay with your lives!" Paaaaaaah! An overwhelming aura of malevolence spread in all directions. The sheer power of the darkness was enough to instinctively paralyze any living being with terror. Cleo burst into maniacal laughter. "Hahahahaha!" But then a voice cut through his laughter, freezing him in place. "Wow, you really showed your true colors right away, huh?" *** Alius''s "plan" was as follows: "We''ll disguise ourselves as bandits and threaten him for money." "...What?" Naturally, Karnak''s response was one of disbelief. "Are you saying you''re not going to use a holy spell to identify the necromancer?" "It would be wonderful if such a spell existed, but since it doesn''t, we can''t just sit back and do nothing." "Even so, are you really going to have a priest of the Church of the Seven Goddesses pretend to be a bandit?" Alius looked slightly sheepish. "This is just my own method. It''s not something the Church recommends." Karnak felt a bit relieved. Thankfully, it seemed the Church of the Seven Goddesses wasn''t that reckless after all. "But you''d be surprised how effective it is." Necromancers are those who break all kinds of taboos to gain power. "And when such a person is confronted by bandits in the dead of night, with no one around to witness..." Alius smiled with satisfaction. "Would they really hand over everything quietly, afraid of the consequences, or would they reveal their true nature in anger?" *** Dark energy surged in every direction. The mere sight of it would cause any living being to tremble with fear. The necromancer, his red eyes gleaming in the darkness, should have been the embodiment of terror itself! ...But for some reason, the reaction wasn''t what Cleo expected. One of the masked men in the shabby robe shrugged his shoulders. "Didn''t I tell you? This method has never failed before." A thin man nodded seriously, acknowledging the effectiveness of the plan. "Indeed, it''s hard for this not to work, considering human psychology." The large man''s reaction was more ambivalent. "More than that, if this method didn''t work, we wouldn''t even be able to identify the target in the first place. So it''s only natural that it always seems to succeed..." Despite standing before a necromancer¡ªa figure synonymous with death and terror¡ªthe three men remained utterly calm. It was clear they were no ordinary bandits. "You bastards..." Cleo, surprisingly, found himself regaining his composure. "So, you really are the Goddess''s dogs." Karnak and Boras threw off their cloaks, revealing the longswords and mage''s wand they had hidden beneath. Alius also pulled an oak wand from within his robe. "To the one who serves the darkness..." The wand began to emit a brilliant light, pushing back the darkness. "Kneel before the light of the Goddess!" Light and darkness collided, producing a thunderous roar. The corridor and ceiling shook as dust fell from above. Kwakakakwang! Amidst the deafening noise, Cleo murmured calmly to himself. "Yes, I knew this day would come..." He was momentarily surprised, but it wasn''t a major issue. His opponents consisted of only one priest, one warrior, and one mage. That much, he believed, he could handle. "Fine then, you dogs of the Goddess!" Cleo spread his arms wide, and a shroud of darkness began to spread in all directions. "I''ll show you the true power of death!" [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 25 - 24: A Model Necromancer (3) Chapter 25: Chapter 24: A Model Necromancer (3) A voice echoed. "Arise, O departed of the underworld..." Dozens of summoning circles appeared on the floor of the corridor. "...Driven by darkness, reveal your wicked fangs!" With a clattering noise, dark shadows began to emerge. Skeletons and half-decayed corpses armed with swords and shields. They were Skeletons and Ghouls, the symbols of a necromancer. The disturbed dead let out painful groans. "Uuuuuhhh..." "Aaaahhhh..." Alius shouted in anger. "Cursed necromancer! How dare you defile the rest of the dead in such a way!" Karnak, on the other hand, had a different thought. ''What a diligent and hardworking fellow.'' Those unfamiliar with necromancers might think that corpses rise easily with a mere gesture. But as the saying goes, seeds must be sown for anything to grow. The undead Cleo summoned now included 20 Skeletons and 10 Ghouls. To prepare catalysts for such a number, he must have dug up at least 30 graves. [Looks like he''s been diligently stockpiling, like a squirrel gathering acorns.] Boras''s thoughts differed from Karnak''s as well. [Hardworking, my foot! Do you think he dug up those graves himself? He probably ordered his underlings to do it.] [Why are you so sure? He might have dug them up himself.] [I know a necromancer quite well, and no matter what, he never moves a muscle. He always makes his servants do the grave digging.] [Oh, really? So there''s another one like that besides me, huh?] [...As expected, young master, you''re not one to be underestimated.] [Huh? What do you mean?] Despite their conversation, they were steadily preparing their formation. Boras took the lead, blocking the corridor, while Karnak channeled his mana into both hands. Focusing his mind, Alius began chanting a holy spell. "O Hatoba, bestow your protection upon your servants!" A divine light enveloped Karnak and Boras. "Now, neither of you will be affected by the undead''s aura." At the same time, Boras''s longsword also gleamed white. It was imbued with the power to cut down the undead. After bestowing the goddess''s blessing, Alius stepped back. "Please buy me some time! During that moment, I will take care of them!" *** The first to move was Boras. "Hup!" With a short exclamation, he jumped in between the skeletons, slashing left and right. The skeleton soldiers reacted quickly as well. They swung their rusted longswords, launching a continuous offensive. The metallic sounds of clashing filled the air. Clang! Clang, clang! Karnak also cast a spell. "Magic Arrow!" A simple yet effective flash spell struck the charging group of ghouls directly. Some of their limbs were severed upon impact. The force of the blow caused them to stagger back. However, they didn''t fall. Being corpses, losing limbs wasn''t enough to stop their movement. The corpses continued advancing towards Cleo, while Karnak and Boras fought on, protecting Alius. Swinging his sword surrounded by holy light, Boras sent a magical message. [So this is what a priest''s blessing feels like.] [How is it?] [It''s similar to the Berserk curse you used to cast, young master. No, I should say it''s exactly the same, just a different color.] Aside from the brilliant light instead of dark, Boras couldn''t really tell the difference. [Well, the curse I cast added rationality to the Berserk effect. If a berserker rampages calmly while maintaining their reason, there''s not much difference from a holy knight, is there?] [I don''t think a holy knight would agree with that opinion, though.] Blocking two charging skeletons at once, Boras asked casually. [How about you, young master? This is your first time receiving a blessing, right?] [It was worth checking.] Karnak glanced at Alius with a faint smile. [It seems they haven''t noticed at all.] Even if it was indistinguishable from mana, the origin of chaos energy was ultimately necromantic power. If this collided with a priest''s blessing, who knew what side effects might occur? In theory, there was no problem, but when had theory and reality ever perfectly aligned? [What would you have done if side effects had really occurred?] [That''s why I purposely arranged this situation.] If he had just gone to any priest and received a blessing, he would have had to silence them if any unexpected side effects occurred. But now? [With necromantic power overflowing everywhere, it doesn''t stand out.] Just like he pinned everything on Randolph, he could also blame the necromancer. Even if someone sensed something suspicious about Karnak, he could just claim it was because of a curse. [I shouldn''t live like I used to, after all.] [Oh, for once you''re actually making a human-like decision. What''s gotten into you?] [...I''ve always tried to live like a human.] Meanwhile, Cleo was frowning. ''What is this strange feeling?'' At a glance, it seemed like a typical adventurers'' battle. The warrior held the front line to protect his comrades, the mage cast spells from the rear, and the cleric supported the battlefield. Yes, there was nothing particularly unusual about it. It was a steady and traditional team-based combat style. ''But something...'' What bothered Cleo was the attitude of the two fighting against the undead. They weren''t fighting half-heartedly, but they also didn''t seem tense. Their expressions were so natural, even comfortable, that it was strange. Come to think of it, he had seen similar expressions before. The old baker Herold, who had been baking bread in his hometown for 20 years, had that exact same look on his face when he started kneading the dough every morning. It seemed like he was just going through the motions, yet the baker''s dough was always perfectly kneaded and glossy. In contrast, no matter how much effort and care his apprentice put in, the dough always seemed lacking in some way. ''So... those guys have fought undead that often?'' Cleo let out a small chuckle. It was a ridiculous thought. ''They''re just oblivious to the situation.'' Still, there was no denying that they were strong. By now, the horde of skeleton soldiers and ghouls that had been summoned were almost entirely defeated. But it didn''t matter. After all, those guys were just bait to buy time. "They were quite skilled." With a sneer, Cleo formed a seal with both hands. "But this was just a warm-up..." Necromantic power painted a black magic circle in the air, emanating a dark hue. "Now, taste the true power of darkness!" The summoning circle began to expel a massive entity. "Come forth, beast of hell! Descend upon this land according to my will!" A gigantic demon, its entire body stained red, set foot in the corridor. It had a fearsome appearance with enormous horns, a body covered in bulging red muscles, and rough battle hammers gripped in both hands. Standing close to two meters tall, it made the corridor feel cramped. "Grrrr..." The summoned demon spewed flames as it spoke. "Contractor, what do you desire?" "The death of those fools!" "It shall be as you wish..." An intense killing intent spread out with the demon''s terrifying aura. Cleo grinned with satisfaction, fully expecting their expressions to finally contort in fear. "Ah!" "Finally!" But Cleo''s expectations were completely shattered. Boras and Karnak, instead of showing fear, were actually beaming with excitement. *** Boras adjusted his grip on his sword and grinned slyly. [Now we can finally get some proper practice in, young master.] Karnak felt the same way. [Indeed.] Skeletons and ghouls weren''t particularly strong. To be blunt, they were barely different from regular soldiers. Their utility lay in how easy they were to create and the fact that they could turn fallen enemies into allies, making them valuable assets in an army. But individually, their combat prowess was ordinary. The reason seasoned warriors sometimes fell to these low-tier undead was due to a lack of familiarity. In terms of attack power and movement, they weren''t much different from ordinary human soldiers. But when it came to defense, there was a significant difference. Being corpses, they continued to move even after losing limbs or having their heads severed. Warriors accustomed only to fighting the living might assume they had finished off an enemy, only to be caught off guard when the undead kept coming. There was also the psychological burden of fighting something that didn''t die no matter how much you stabbed or slashed it. But if you looked at it coldly, the ability to keep moving despite losing limbs wasn''t that impressive. A severed limb didn''t reattach itself, after all. If you cut off an arm, the enemy was left with one arm; if you severed both legs, they became immobile. They didn''t die, but their combat power was significantly reduced. Once you became accustomed to the fact that the dead could still move, they weren''t much of a threat. Karnak and Boras were among the most experienced fighters against the undead in the world, making these low-tier undead unworthy opponents. The demon that had just been summoned, however, was a different story. [What rank would that demon be?] [It''s a low-tier demon, but that''s perfect for our current level.] [True, since we''re starting over.] They were no longer the Death King or the Death Knight Lord. At this point, they needed to reassess their strength and refine their senses. As a training opponent, this demon was just what they needed. Boras let out a battle cry full of determination. "Demon! I''ll take you on!" Just as he was about to charge forward¡ª "Light of Hatoba, cleanse this evil!" Alius slammed his wand into the ground, unleashing a massive holy radiance. "Holy Dispel!" Wings of light spread across the corridor''s ceiling and walls. The brilliant light engulfed the demon''s entire body. The demon, who had been exuding a killing intent, looked around in panic. "This, this is¡ª!" A rift opened in space. With a scream, the demon''s crimson body began to be sucked into the void. "Gah! A reverse summoning!" The demon''s form vanished. The demonic energy and killing intent that had filled the area also dissipated. With "Holy Dispel," the holy spell that erases darkness, Alius had obliterated the demon summoning ritual itself. Boras, who had been about to charge forward with enthusiasm, blinked in confusion. "...Huh?" Alius shouted coldly, "It''s useless, necromancer! Before the light of the goddess, all wickedness shall wither away!" Cleo, having lost his trump card so easily, shook his head in disbelief. "H-how did he figure it out?" The holy spells used to banish undead and those used to dispel demon summoning are fundamentally different. Yet Alius had been preparing the appropriate spell even before the demon was summoned. This meant that he had seen through the fact that the skeletons and ghouls were merely distractions, and that the real attack would be a demon summoning. Indeed, Alius had anticipated everything. "Your actions in this village revealed it all, necromancer." As an experienced inquisitor, he could deduce the specialties of his opponents based on the crimes committed by other necromancers. Necromancers who spread undead usually turned entire villages into living hells, often by spreading plagues. Cleo, however, had bewitched the entire village and lured the maidens here. "This means your specialty lies in black magic, specifically in offering sacrifices to gain power from demons, doesn''t it?" As he turned to face his companions with a triumphant expression, he continued, "Now, let''s put an end to th¡ª" Alius suddenly froze mid-sentence. Both Karnak and Boras were openly displaying expressions of disappointment. "...Did I do something wrong?" The two, startled, quickly tried to compose themselves. "No, not at all." "We were just... momentarily stunned by how you took down such a massive demon so easily." They tried to play it off, but it was clear they couldn''t hide their disappointment. [Ah, there goes our practice.] [Let''s just finish this, young master.] Judging by Cleo''s state, he had very little necromantic power left. They could just walk up and slice him down, and it would be over. Boras began striding forward, his longsword exuding a cold, menacing aura. "Surrender, necromancer." Seeing death approach, Cleo''s face twisted in grotesque desperation. "It''s not... it''s not over yet!" He reached deep within, pulling forth the darkest energy, tainting his very soul as he sought more power. "Arghhh!" With a horrifying scream, Cleo''s entire body began to distort. His limbs stretched out, his clothes tore apart, and his very flesh grew in size. In no time, he had transformed into a monstrous figure, letting out a beastly roar. "Graaaaah!" There was no longer any trace of the human Cleo in that spot. What stood there now was another demon, almost identical to the one that had been summoned earlier. "Demon Knight! He still had that much power left?" Alius was horrified. He turned to warn his companions. "He''s used a demonification spell! Everyone, be ca¡ª" But once again, his words trailed off. Karnak and Boras''s eyes were gleaming with excitement. ''Wait, why are they so happy?'' ** * Finally, the opportunity for practice had returned. Opportunities like these were to be cherished. [Let''s take him down quickly before that priest interferes again!] [Agreed, young master!] Boras leaped into action. "Hoo..." He exhaled lightly as he dove straight into the embrace of the demonified Cleo. "What the¡ª! You wretch!" Cleo, startled, frantically swung his massive arms, but it was no use. No matter how powerful the attack, it was meaningless if it didn''t connect. Effortlessly dodging every strike, Boras delivered a relentless series of blows. Demonic blood splattered everywhere, and in the blink of an eye, Cleo''s body was torn to shreds. Simultaneously, Karnak unleashed his spells. "Fireball, Magic Arrow, Lightning Shock." These were common, low-level attack spells, but their timing and angles were flawless. Every single spell struck the demon''s weak points with pinpoint accuracy, as if orchestrated in advance. With each explosion, Cleo''s agonized screams echoed through the corridor. "Gah! Aaargh! Uwaaaah!" After about a minute, the demonification wore off, and Cleo, now reverted to his human form, collapsed in a mangled heap. [Ah, that was a good warm-up.] [Quality over quantity, after all.] It had been a short but satisfying practice session. With a contented smile, Boras stomped on Cleo''s back. "Guh!" Then, with an innocent expression, he turned to Alius and asked, "So, what do we do now? Kill him? Or capture him?" Alius, who had been watching in stunned silence, could only stand there, dumbfounded. ''My god...'' The situation had ended before he could even do anything. ''Just who are these people?'' [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Sear?h the N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Chapter 26 - 25: A Model Necromancer (4) Chapter 26: Chapter 25: A Model Necromancer (4) Recalling the scene from just moments ago, Alius stuck out his tongue. ''How on earth can someone fight like that?'' It wasn''t that they displayed superhuman skills. They were far from the transcendent force wielded by aura users who had awakened their energy or by high-level mages. ''The power of their swordsmanship and magic was clearly at an ordinary level.'' It was just that their experience surpassed imagination. They read every attack in advance and evaded it, targeted every weakness as if they could see it plainly, and executed all of this without a single mistake, without any sign of tension. How much combat experience would one need to pull off something like that? ''And they''re both still in their twenties. At best, they''re around my age. Where did they gain such experience?'' Alius had more experience than most for his age, but even he wasn''t on that level. ''Could they be hiding their true abilities?'' But that didn''t make sense. Not only was there no reason for them to hide their skills, but it would also be ridiculous for someone hiding their abilities to display such seasoned combat techniques so openly. That left only one conclusion. They were still young and had not yet awakened their aura or accumulated much mana, but their talent was so extraordinary that their combat instincts alone allowed them to achieve this! ''Wow, even I was considered quite the prodigy within the Church...'' Although he showed humility in front of others, Alius was honestly aware of his own talent. It would be foolish not to, when he could easily learn things others struggled with. Yet, even he felt envious of the sheer talent these two possessed. ''They said they were from the Jestarad Barony, right?'' These were not talents that should be buried in some rural fiefdom. And in increasingly chaotic times, talent was always in short supply. ''I need to investigate them as soon as I return to the Church.'' As Alius momentarily drifted into these thoughts, a voice interrupted him. "Excuse me, Priest?" Boras, who had pinned Cleo down, urged him. "What should I do now? Kill him or spare him?" Alius snapped back to reality. ''This is no time to be daydreaming.'' He approached the fallen Cleo and pointed his staff at him. "I''ll handle this." A light began to emanate from the tip of the staff. Cleo, pinned beneath Boras, struggled in fear. "U-ugh..." Ignoring him, Alius brought the holy light closer to Cleo. "Aaaargh!" A scream erupted as Cleo''s veins darkened and bulged. His skin soon tore open, and a black energy surged forth. The black energy gathered in the air, then was drawn into a vial Alius had taken out. Moments later, all the aura had vanished. Baros and Karnak glanced at Cleo. He had already passed away. "As expected," Alius said definitively after examining the light within the vial. "It''s the Darkness of Doom." Karnak smiled faintly. ''Oh, so that''s how they deal with it? I learned something useful.'' He had just witnessed firsthand how a priest sealed necromantic power. This was a significant discovery. Meanwhile, Baros was worried. [Is this okay? We need that too, you know. Are we just going to let them take it?] [It''s fine. I''ve already prepared for this.] [Prepared?] At that moment, a dark tendril suddenly shot out from a corner of the hallway, aiming at Alius. Pa-a-aht! "Oh no! There was still a trap left..." Alius turned in alarm, but he was a moment too late. In an instant, the tendril began to choke him. "Ugh! Gah..." Through his dimming vision, Alius saw Karnak rushing towards him in alarm. "Priest!" Even as he was losing consciousness, Alius felt a sense of relief. Since the necromancer had already been dealt with, he trusted that these people would handle the rest. ''I''m glad I didn''t come alone...'' As Alius fully lost consciousness, the tendril that had been strangling him also released its grip. Karnak, who had been feigning concern, immediately changed his expression. "It''s done." Baros looked incredulous. "When did you prepare something like this?" "Isn''t it a necromancer''s job to pull tricks behind the scenes?" "Even so, if they start getting suspicious..." Baros trailed off as he looked around. "Well, I guess that''s unlikely?" The Darkness of Doom was sealed in the vial, but the residual dark energy still filled the hallway. And setting traps everywhere was a specialty of necromancers. "To Alius, it''ll just seem like that guy was up to something..." "There''s actually a bigger reason than that," Karnak said as he subtly drew upon his chaotic magic. "Look, see? Magic." "It''s magic, so what?" "It means I''m a mage right now. Someone who uses mana." Baros finally caught on. "Oh, I get it." Fred had been too ignorant to realize that Karnak, despite being a mage, was using necromancy, and had dismissed it as him hiding his true identity. But Alius was a high-ranking priest. While a necromancer could disguise themselves as a mage in front of ordinary people, doing so in front of a priest was impossible. And mana, aura, divine power, and necromantic power are fundamentally incompatible. That''s common sense. "For someone like him, who saw me using mana, would he even suspect me? Well, it''s actually chaos magic, but the difference is almost negligible." Karnak grinned as he pulled the black vial from Alius''s unconscious body. "I''ll investigate this and return it later, making it a perfect crime." *** "Well then, let''s see..." Karnak focused his mind as he infused chaos magic into the darkness contained within the vial. Baros, who was watching, asked, "Is this really the fragment we were looking for?" "It is." "Lucky us, then. The necromancer we found just happens to be exactly who we needed." "It wasn''t luck," Karnak shrugged. "It was inevitable." In his previous life, necromancers were as rare as a bean sprouting during a drought. But now, due to the Darkness of Doom, they are popping up everywhere. "Imagine someone threw ten thousand more stones into a space that originally had only ten. If you picked up a random stone, what are the chances it would be one of the original ones?" Most of the necromancers currently active were connected to the Darkness of Doom. "On top of that, the original stones are gradually disappearing." During his investigations, Karnak had discovered something important. Cleo had been pursuing necromancy even before the chaos began. Originally a pure necromancer, Cleo had killed another who possessed the Darkness of Doom and absorbed their power. "Even the original necromancers are prioritizing hunting the Darkness of Doom in these circumstances. It''s too tempting a prey." Karnak doubted if there were any necromancers left who were not connected to the Darkness of Doom. After finishing his explanation, Karnak focused again. Baros, growing bored, hesitated before asking again. "So, did you find anything useful?" "Well, I''ve figured out what this guy was up to..." According to the residual thoughts, Cleo had joined a cult worshiping a deity called Tesranak after obtaining the Darkness of Doom. "Tesranak?" Baros looked puzzled. It was a name he had never heard before. "Yeah. Supposedly the God of Death." "Does that even make sense?" In the old days, there had been someone referred to as the God of Death. That someone was Karnak himself. Although Karnak was human¡ªalbeit not a completely ordinary one¡ªhe had earned that grand title for a reason. According to the doctrine of the Churches of the Seven Goddesses, death and darkness were not domains governed by the goddesses. Darkness was simply the concept that arose when the Goddess of Light''s protection weakened, and night was the time when all sorts of monsters and evil beings roamed freely, instilling fear. Thus, the Goddess of the Sun drove away darkness, turning night into day, while the Goddess of the Moon and Stars guided humans with their light even in the darkness of night. Death was merely the unavoidable fate that unfortunate humans faced. Those who follow and believe in the Seven Goddesses will be gathered into the goddesses'' heaven after death, free from suffering. If one meets death without the goddesses'' protection, their soul will fall into a demon-infested hell where they will suffer. Death and darkness are not separate phenomena; they are merely the absence of life and light. "But is there really a god of death and darkness?" "It seems that the cultists believe so." According to their doctrine, Tesranak is a god of death and rebirth who spreads the Darkness of Doom, purifying the corrupt and deceitful world through death and then unveiling a new paradise. S§×arch* The novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Boras let out a dry laugh. "So, this Tesranak is the one who caused this calamity, is that the story?" "Apparently so." Karnak sighed in disbelief. "Good grief, they''re attaching all sorts of things together. They''ve even gone and made up a nonexistent god..." From his perspective, it was a truly absurd story. "Well, we can''t exactly say it''s not true, so we might as well just go along with it, right?" "Exactly." He explored a bit more, but after that, there was no useful information. The situation was too fragmented, and there was still too little information to grasp the overall situation. To learn more, they would need more of the Darkness of Doom. Still, he wasn''t particularly disappointed. He had expected it to turn out this way from the start. "This time, we''ve gained quite a bit, so I should be satisfied with this." As Karnak drew out the chaos power from the bottle containing the darkness, he smiled brightly. "It''s just as I expected. It becomes a lot easier with the help of a priest." "What does?" "Refining chaos energy." Chaos energy is purified necromantic power. In other words, it''s also sealed necromantic power. Theoretically, by using a priest''s holy power, one can refine chaos energy much more easily and simply! "But I need a way to test this." Inviting a priest over and saying, ''I''m about to use necromancy, could you purify it with your divine power?'' would surely get a great reaction. The main reason Karnak had decided to move with Alius was to gather information on how divine power purifies necromantic power and how to apply that method to refining chaos energy. As he extracted all the chaos energy from the darkness in the bottle, Karnak smiled with satisfaction. "Now I know what to do." He had filled in the gaps in his knowledge, and his amount of mana had more than doubled. He had gained a lot without much trouble. "With this, I could probably pass as a 4th-circle mage." Boras glanced at the unconscious Alius and asked. "Oh, so does that mean we have to keep bringing him along in the future?" And knock him out every time, like now? That didn''t seem right. Unless he was a fool, if the same situation kept repeating, he would definitely start to get suspicious. "Of course not." Karnak waved his hand dismissively. "Priests are not the only ones who possess divine power." There are things in this world, aside from people, that possess divine power. Holy relics, for instance. "They may sound grand, but in reality, holy relics are surprisingly common." Things like holy water sold by the church, talismans for dispelling evil, and protective charms are all technically holy relics. They''re so common that they don''t even feel like holy relics. "I''ve got plenty of money, so I should gather a bunch of those and use them to refine mana. Things will be easier from now on." He had already extracted all the information and magic he needed, so there was no longer any use for this bottle of darkness. Karnak placed the bottle back into Alius''s possession. Even if Alius checked the bottle, he wouldn''t find anything strange. The corruption and foul energy would still be present, and extracting mana from necromantic energy was something most wouldn''t even imagine. "It''s like extracting nutrients from excrement¡ªsomething you wouldn''t normally think of." Boras wrinkled his nose in disgust. "That''s a pretty filthy comparison, isn''t it?" "That''s how dirty necromancy is. Especially to priests." "Are we really that despicable?" "Why do you think we''ve been living with the world''s hatred?" Now, all that was left was to wake up the unconscious Alius. After composing his expression, Karnak began to urgently shake Alius. He raised his voice, filling it with concern and worry. "Priest! Are you alright, Priest?" "Ugh..." Alius let out a faint groan and slowly opened his eyes. Karnak sighed in relief. "Thank goodness. You''re safe." Watching the scene, Boras could only shake his head in disbelief. [Wow, he''s really good at faking it without even batting an eye.] [Keep your expression in check, Boras!] [Ah, yes, young master!] *** When Cleo died, the necromancy cast over Gelpa Village was also broken. The villagers, freed from their delusions, realized the inconsistencies in their memories and were horrified. "My God, why did I think that person looked so young?" "Why did we think he was handsome?" "Even the priest from the church was under the spell?" Fortunately, thanks to Alius''s swift follow-up actions, the panic subsided. First, they coordinated with the village church. The village church hadn''t been idle. In fact, they had been suspicious of Cleo all along. This is why Priest Gras had secretly invited Alius to deal with Cleo. This was how the announcement was made. With this, trust in the church was restored. Moreover, the fact that the villagers hadn''t suffered any significant harm played a big role in this. Cleo had indeed been preparing to use the village maidens as sacrifices. To set up for this, he had spread money around the village, trying to win everyone''s favor. But, right before he could carry out the sacrificial ritual, he was caught by Alius. From Gelpa Village''s perspective, it was like they had just pocketed the money and wiped their hands clean of the whole affair. "Phew, that was a close call." "We''ll need to be more careful in the future." Though the atmosphere in the village had become somewhat grim, they eventually regained stability. After wrapping up the aftermath, Alius set out for Derat City with Karnak and his group. Throughout the journey, he peppered them with questions. "Where did you both learn your swordsmanship and magic?" "You seem to have a lot of combat experience. Is the Jestarad Barony a particularly harsh place?" "Have you ever fought a necromancer before?" He seemed to have a great deal of interest in them. Well, after seeing their performance, it was only natural. Karnak responded with carefully chosen answers. "I was fortunate enough to come across the legacy of an old court mage. Sir Boras has mastered the Delphiad Swordsmanship." "Our territory is rather rough, so we often encounter monsters." "Recently, a necromancer fled to our land, and we had to borrow the Latiel Church''s power to deal with him." By skillfully blending truth with lies, they managed to keep the conversation flowing smoothly. Finally, they arrived in Derat City, and it was time to part ways. "Are you both returning to your territory now?" At Alius''s question, Karnak shook his head. "No, we plan to stay in Derat City for a while." "I see." Alius gave a graceful bow and offered a formal farewell. "May Hatoba''s blessing accompany you on your journey." As he watched Alius walk away, Boras muttered nonchalantly. "Feels like we''ll see that priest again, don''t you think? He seemed pretty interested in us." "There''s no harm in building connections with the Churches of the Seven Goddesses. The situation has changed, after all." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 27 - 26: City of Sin, Trist (1) Chapter 27: Chapter 26: City of Sin, Trist (1) "Huff, huff..." Gasping for breath, Luke kept running. "Ugh, why is this happening...?" He couldn''t stop. If he slowed down even a little, that horrifying monster would pounce on him at any moment. ''This is impossible. This must be a dream. There''s no way this could be happening...'' No matter how much he tried to deny reality, the darkness chasing him from behind did not disappear. "Ugh, ah..." Before he knew it, the entire alley was wrapped in a black shadow. There was nowhere left to run. Luke''s knees gave out. "Ah, Goddess..." He collapsed, sinking to the ground, praying. Calling upon the Goddess who blesses the world, he faced the terror before him. Amidst the swirling darkness, a young man with black hair emerged. The young man wore an expression of disbelief. "Hey, do you even have the right to call on the Goddess right now?" Luke stretched out his hands and screamed in desperation. "Get away from me, you horrifying demon!" On either side of Luke, pitch-black specters surged forth. Watching the oncoming evil spirits, the young man, Karnak, scoffed. "Who are you calling horrifying?" Luke was the man who had killed 30 people, raped twice as many women, and sacrificed children, spreading terror across the entire Delad region. And now, when faced with his own demise, he was acting like an innocent civilian. "Is this what they mean by how a person''s behavior changes depending on their situation? Or is this something else entirely? Anyway, it''s hard to understand the feelings of an ordinary person." Tilting his head in confusion, Karnak pointed his finger. With just a slight flick of his finger, the specters were easily obliterated. Luke''s face was overtaken by despair. "My specters..." Another shadow appeared at the opposite end of the alley. "Wow, this guy''s fast. Since when did a necromancer get so good at running?" "I heard he used to be a petty thief. He sure knows how to run away." Karnak, having trapped Luke between himself and the new arrival, gestured with his hand. "Hurry up and grab him." "Yes, young master!" Boras lunged forward. Luke tried to resist by summoning his specters, but it was useless. Karnak''s necromancy had already tightly bound his darkness. At this moment, Luke was nothing more than an ordinary petty thief. There was no way he could withstand the punch of a knight trained to the fullest. Wham! With a heavy blow, Luke collapsed. Boras, who had knocked him out with a single body blow, grabbed him by the back of the neck and asked, "Shall I drag him over there?" With an air of indifference, Karnak responded, "Yeah. We need to extract the Darkness of Doom from him." *** The former Karnak used to extract the Darkness of Doom from a necromancer on the spot and then slowly purify it with chaos power over time. However, now that he had found a more efficient method, he was using a different approach. In a shabby warehouse on the outskirts of Derat City. In this dim, isolated place, Luke, with his shirt off, was dangling in the air. "Ugh, ugh..." Below him, a large water tank was set up, with Boras firmly holding the rope that kept him suspended. Karnak''s voice echoed through the space. "Dunk him." The rope unraveled, and Luke plunged into the water tank, head first, of course. "Mmff! Mmmph!" Luke thrashed about, gurgling as he struggled. But since his entire body was tightly bound, it was futile. Just when he thought he was about to drown, Karnak spoke again. "Pull him out." Luke gasped for air, barely tasting oxygen as he panted heavily. "Dunk him." Splash! "Pull him out." "Cough, cough! Cough!" Choking and gasping, Luke sobbed. "...Why, why are you doing this?" They had abruptly captured him and locked him in this warehouse, only to keep torturing him with this water ordeal. He had waited, ready to be interrogated. He was even prepared to spill any secret they wanted. But there were no questions. They just kept torturing him, without reason. sea??h th§× ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "What do you want, cough, what is it you want?" Why wouldn''t they ask anything? He was willing to answer anything! Karnak''s response was cold. "Dunk him." "Mmff! Mmmph!" No matter what Luke said, Karnak paid no attention. He just continued with the so-called "torture." And all the while, he muttered incomprehensible words. "See? This method really is more efficient." ''What efficiency? What the hell is he talking about?'' In confusion, Luke sank into the water tank once more. But in truth, Karnak wasn''t actually torturing him. "The tainted energy is being sucked out nicely." He was simply doing the "laundry." Thanks to Alius, Karnak had learned how to purify tainted energy with divine power. He had also developed a method using holy relics instead of priests. Through Alius, he had acquired a large supply of holy water. Everything had seemed fine, but when it came to practical application, a problem arose. The quantity was too small. Even if he poured ten bottles of holy water, it wasn''t enough to purify the entire soul of a necromancer. So he had chosen this method. When doing laundry, you don''t just use soap. You rinse with water to thoroughly remove the dirt. Similarly, he diluted the holy water in regular water and then slowly washed away the tainted energy by soaking the entire body. In essence, it really was "laundry." The only difference was that the item being washed wasn''t fabric, but a soul. "Pull him out." "Blub, blub, blub!" *** Thanks to this, Luke felt like he was going to die, but naturally, Karnak couldn''t care less. The only one feeling uneasy was Boras. "Is this really okay? We said we wouldn''t live like we used to." In the past, Karnak''s most frequent activity was capturing innocent people, torturing them, and corrupting their souls to extract necromantic power. Now, they were torturing someone to extract power again, so wasn''t this just like the old days? Karnak firmly argued that it wasn''t. "Back then, we were torturing innocent people. This guy here is a bad person, isn''t he?" Well, it was true that Luke had killed so many people that he''d even earned a special title because of it. "...But what was his title again?" "Another Lord of Darkness." There was a reason for the word "another" being attached. This was the third "Lord of Darkness" that Karnak and his group had captured. "I''m telling you, all these necromancers have the same titles." "For what it''s worth, you used to call yourself the Lord of Darkness too..." "T-that was when I was young!" "And then you were called the Master of Plagues..." "I was still young then too!" "I think you were over thirty when you called yourself the King of Death..." "...Shut up." "Yes, young master." In any case, there was no doubt that the man currently being dunked in and out of the water tank, called the Lord of Darkness, had committed countless atrocities. That''s why Karnak could be so confident. "Capturing a bad guy and making him pay for his sins is, without a doubt, a righteous act!" "...Is it?" Boras made a strange expression. Logically, it seemed sound... But when he looked at the man hanging upside down and writhing in pain, it didn''t quite feel that way... "He looks like he''s having a hard time being hung upside down. Should we hang him the other way?" "Boras, you''re truly a bad guy, aren''t you? If we hang him by the neck, he''ll choke to death! We should hang him by the ankles." "Oh, right." Boras''s expression brightened as if he had gained a profound understanding. "Considering even the safety of your enemy''s life, you really are performing a righteous act, young master!" "Of course!" Neither of them seemed to consider that they could just tie him by the wrists or waist. As a result, the only one suffering unbearably was Luke. "Gah! Cough! Gasp! You crazy¡ª ack!" Amid Luke''s desperate screams, Karnak''s leisurely voice echoed again. "Dunk him." *** Eventually, all the tainted energy was drained from Luke. The Darkness of Doom he had possessed was also completely absorbed by Karnak. At the same time, Luke, who had been completely drained of his life force, died. Despite all the talk about considering the safety of his enemy''s life, Karnak had mercilessly killed him once his usefulness was exhausted. But neither Karnak nor Boras gave it a second thought. After all, their goal was never to show mercy to their enemies. They only kept them alive because it made the purification of darkness easier. As a result, Luke died slowly, in immense pain and despair. In a sense, it was a sort of offering to those who had fallen victim to him. Looking at Luke''s corpse, Boras muttered, "If we contact the Hatoba Church, they''ll take care of it as usual, right?" "Yeah. Let''s head back." Leaving the warehouse, the two made their way to their lodging. As they walked, Boras suddenly asked, "Did you gather a lot of darkness?" They had been staying in Derat City for over three months now. During that time, they had hunted down a considerable number of necromancers. "Let''s see... the ones we''ve caught so far..." Boras briefly counted on his fingers. "Three Lords of Darkness, two Master of Plagues, and one who called himself a Companion of Death? They all have such similar titles." "That Companion of Death was a bit unusual, though." "Summarizing it makes the nuance sound odd." In any case, they had hunted quite a few necromancers, and as a result, had gathered a significant amount of Darkness of Doom. So, was it about time to head home? "Any noticeable changes?" "Not yet." "How much more do we need to gather? You''re not planning to collect all the Darkness of Doom scattered across the world, are you?" "Are you crazy? That would take a lifetime, and even that might not be enough." After organizing his thoughts for a moment, Karnak spoke. "As of now, I have three ways to deal with the end of the world." "Dealing with the end of the world? The way you say that makes it sound like you''re some sort of savior. Isn''t it more like you''re just cleaning up the mess you made...?" "Shut up. Why do you keep adding unnecessary comments?" "Yes, yes." Karnak gave his ever-loyal servant a glare before continuing. "The first option is to ignore whatever happens to the world and live my life without a care." This wasn''t feasible. The disaster he had caused was too great to ignore. That was why he was running around like this in the first place. "The second option is to collect all the Darkness of Doom that''s been scattered, just as you suggested." This, too, was equally unrealistic. Collecting all the vast amounts of Darkness of Doom scattered across the entire world? It was an enormous task that would take a lifetime, and even then, it might not be enough. "I gave up everything to try and live like a normal person, but I can''t spend my whole life wandering and suffering like this, can I?" So, the only feasible option was the third plan. "Block the fundamental passage through which the darkness is being spread." Thanks to the Darkness of Doom they had gathered so far, Karnak had managed to grasp the situation to some extent. The darkness currently being scattered wasn''t being spread randomly, all over the world, without rhyme or reason. "They say the Darkness of Doom falls like rain, but even that rain requires clouds to form. If you think of the passage through which the darkness spreads as those clouds, the concept is more or less the same." No matter how powerful Karnak was, he couldn''t possibly block all the rain from falling. But he could prepare in advance and prevent the clouds from forming. "With the information we''ve gathered so far, we''ve identified the existence of these clouds. So, if we collect more information and figure out the conditions under which these clouds form and appear, we should be able to stop the Darkness of Doom from falling any further." Of course, this method wouldn''t do anything about the Darkness of Doom that had already been spread. But Karnak chose to ignore that particular issue. "As long as the Churches of the Seven Goddesses can still handle it, things should be okay." Boras had a blank expression. "Uh, sure..." Honestly, for someone like him who was a swordsman, this was a difficult concept to grasp. To be frank, he didn''t really want to understand it either. What he really wanted to know was this: So, when are we going home? "How many more of these guys do we have to hunt down?" After some rough calculations, Karnak shrugged. "About twenty more Lords of Darkness?" In other words, they needed to catch twenty more guys like Luke. It was strange how the grand title of "Lord of Darkness" had come to represent a third-rate necromancer, but that was just the way the world was these days. Boras sighed. "At this rate, we''ll have to stay in Derat City for at least another three months. I wonder if the old butler is going to throw a fit." Originally, Karnak had said he was going to the capital and would be away from his territory for about 100 days. But that time had already passed. They hadn''t even gone near the capital. Karnak''s expression hardened, realizing his mistake. "I should probably send a message back to the estate. Let them know we''ll be a little late." "What should we say? Should we lie and tell them we''re staying in the capital?" "Is there any need for that? We can just tell the truth." On their way to the capital, they discovered necromancers tormenting people. How could they, under the name of the Jestarad Barony, simply stand by and watch such behavior? Punishing those scoundrels was a noble''s duty, after all. For that reason, they had been eliminating necromancers with the support of the Hatoba Church, which meant they hadn''t been able to reach the capital. They''d likely have to keep doing this for another three months, so everyone should wait. "We can just say that." "And that''s telling the truth?" "It''s not a lie, is it?" "Is it?" It was somewhat confusing, but hard to argue against. Boras, having followed Karnak around all his life, found his understanding of normal people''s logic was quite out of sync. "Anyway, you''re saying it won''t take forever, right?" Having heard what he wanted to hear, Boras''s face brightened again. ''Suffering for another three months or so isn''t too bad, I suppose. Plus, exploring good restaurants is fun.'' Switching into foodie mode, Boras''s eyes gleamed. "How about we head to Seral Street for dinner tonight? I heard there''s a place there that makes amazing noodle dishes." Karnak, who was feeling hungry, also smiled. "Let''s go, let''s go." Their steps felt unusually light as they set off, satisfied with a job well done and eager to seek out a good meal! They returned to their lodging, changed clothes, and were just about to head out again. "Are you Baron Karnak?" A seemingly ordinary boy approached Karnak. "I''m a messenger from the Hatoba Church." The boy handed him a letter. Since Karnak and Alius regularly exchanged information this way, he casually opened the letter. Boras leaned over, curious. "What does it say? Has the fourth Lord of Darkness shown up or something?" Karnak looked puzzled. [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 28 - 27: City of Sin, Trist (2) Chapter 28: Chapter 27: City of Sin, Trist (2) In the Churches of the Seven Goddesses, the hierarchy of Inquisitors who deal with necromancers is divided into three levels. Third-tier Inquisitors are those who have just completed their training and have been newly assigned to fieldwork. Their skills are still insufficient to directly confront necromancers. Therefore, they are usually tasked with safer follow-up duties, such as handling corpses after an incident or purifying areas tainted by malevolent energy. When an Inquisitor reaches Second-tier, they are finally deployed to actual combat. The primary duty at this level is the detection of necromancers. Securing evidence and reporting it to the Church is the top priority, but if the situation becomes dire, they may engage in direct combat with the necromancer. Due to the high number of casualties during these missions, the Church prioritizes supporting Second-tier Inquisitors as its main combat force. First-tier Inquisitors have enough authority to take command of situations. They are capable of not only detecting necromancers and securing evidence but also directly punishing them. Additionally, they have the autonomy to manage the Church''s funds at their discretion. Thus, a First-tier Inquisitor, given their authority to allocate budget, can hire skilled adventurers as needed. A First-tier Inquisitor is strong enough to handle most necromancers alone, so when they team up with adventurers, they can resolve cases independently. However, First-tier Inquisitors rarely hired adventurers. Instead, they often resolved cases with the cooperation of knights or mages from nearby noble families. Adventurers demand money, but nobles seek honor. For adventurers, who wander like floating weeds, money is paramount. However, for nobles, who already hold power, influence is far more important. Rather than receiving a small sum of money, it is much more beneficial for them to strengthen their ties with the Churches of the Seven Goddesses and increase their family''s reputation. This is why Alius had his eye on Karnak and his companion. S~ea??h the ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Even though the Church''s budget could be used, wouldn''t it be better to resolve the matter without spending any money? Alius had witnessed the strength of Karnak and Boras with his own eyes. If their origins were secure, there couldn''t be more desirable allies. Upon returning to the Church, Alius researched the Jestarad family and discovered that they harbored a deep hatred for necromancy. ''To have lost parents and siblings to necromancers and nearly had their territory stolen! They have a clear reason to eradicate necromancers!'' Well, the late Randolph might jump up in frustration, but Alius had no way of knowing that much. Three days after the incident in Gelpa Village, a formal request for cooperation was sent. "In the name of the Hatoba Church, I kindly ask for your assistance. Could you help the Church with its sacred duties, at least while you''re staying in Derat City?" Karnak readily accepted the request. "It would be an honor. I gladly offer my assistance in the name of the Jestarad family." After all, they were searching for the "Darkness of Doom." After all, they had necromancers to hunt. [But isn''t it great that they''re handing over related information for free?] Boras, who had been observing the situation, asked via magical message. [Isn''t there a reason to refuse?] It was customary in the Churches of the Seven Goddesses to assign a skilled Inquisitor to any collaborator dealing with necromancers. [This means that a priest from the Hatoba Church will be accompanying us.] With someone watching, it would be difficult to freely use necromancy or pocket the "Darkness of Doom." Boras had pointed this out, but Karnak didn''t seem concerned. [I had a feeling this would happen, so I looked into it ahead of time.] Recently, the Hatoba Church lacked the resources to assign Inquisitors to every collaborator. After all, dealing with necromancers required specialized priests who had undergone proper training. But how many cases of the "Darkness of Doom" were there? With more tasks than hands to handle them, the Hatoba Church, along with most other branches of the Churches of the Seven Goddesses, typically provided information to collaborators and had them handle the matter directly, unless it was a particularly significant case. [Oh, so it''ll just be the two of us?] [Exactly!] And the benefits didn''t end there. Alius, looking somewhat apologetic, continued. "You might already be aware, but given the current situation, it''s difficult to assign an Inquisitor unless it''s a major incident. However, we can provide you with holy water, talismans, and other items to combat necromancy. Considering your abilities, I''m confident you''ll be able to handle this task, and I ask for your help." [See? No priest is following us, and they''re giving us free holy water and talismans!] For others, this might have been a risk worth considering, but for these two, it was a situation with nothing but gains. So why refuse? Seeing Karnak accept without a moment''s hesitation, Alius was once again impressed. ''He''s willing to take on risks without hesitation¡ªtruly a righteous nature. But why does someone like him have such a notorious reputation?'' *** Recalling the past, Boras muttered. "Alius did say they couldn''t assign an Inquisitor unless it was a significant case, right?" "He did." "And they''ve been consistently sending us information about necromancers in the west." The letter they received earlier was a bit different from usual. Up until now, they had mainly received information about necromancers who had been reported to be seen near Derat City, with a high likelihood of actually existing. However, this time, there wasn''t any such information. The letter only mentioned that they would discuss things in person. This implied they were being cautious about information leaks. "That means..." The streets of Derat City were quite bustling under the setting sun. As they continued to walk through the crowd trying to get home before nightfall, Boras spoke again. "Does this mean something big has happened?" "It seems so, doesn''t it?" Karnak shrugged. "It seems like something urgent. They usually don''t contact us again so quickly." Typically, after dealing with a necromancer, they had about three days of downtime. But now, barely half a day had passed since they dealt with Luke and reported it to the Church, and they were already being contacted again. Boras frowned. "Is this okay? If something major happened, it might mean an Inquisitor could be assigned to us. Actually, considering the situation, it seems most likely that Alius himself would get involved." "I am a bit concerned about that too, but..." Karnak flashed a grin at the worried Boras. "On the flip side, it might be a good thing. It must be something huge if they want to meet in person to discuss it." Just as great power follows great events, great events often bring substantial rewards. The Hatoba Church''s temple was gradually coming into view in the distance. Karnak spoke in an expectant tone. "If we''re lucky, we might be able to take down ten Lords of Darkness in one go, don''t you think?" *** Karnak and Boras were promptly led to the reception room upon arriving at the Hatoba Temple. As they entered, Alius greeted them warmly. "Welcome, both of you." Besides Alius, there were two others in the reception room. One was a man in his mid-thirties wearing a robe, and the other was a beautiful woman in her twenties, equipped with light armor and a solid build. Karnak cautiously asked, "Who are these people?" From their attire, it was clear that the man was a mage and the woman a swordsman, but both were unfamiliar faces. The brown-haired man was the first to introduce himself. "It''s an honor to meet two such renowned individuals, Lord Karnak and Sir Boras. I am Riltein, a Sixth-Circle Mage." Boras acknowledged him. "Ah, so you''re high-rank Mage Riltein." Karnak then discreetly sent a magical telepathic message to Boras. [Do you know him?] [He''s our competition. Remember how Alius mentioned there was a high-level mage among his collaborators besides you?] [Ah, so this is the guy who beat us to the punch twice?] Now Karnak remembered. Alius had a few other collaborators besides Karnak and his group, and among them, Riltein was particularly noteworthy. Riltein had hunted down a total of eight necromancers so far. In terms of numbers alone, he had surpassed Karnak. However, it seemed that Riltein was more impressed by them. "I heard you''ve taken down six necromancers in just under two months. Quite an impressive feat." "It was just a stroke of luck," Karnak replied, feigning modesty while observing Riltein closely. Though Riltein had suppressed his mana, making it difficult to gauge his exact power, Karnak could still sense enough to make a rough estimate. ''It seems he''s just recently advanced to the Sixth Circle. His mana hasn''t fully stabilized yet.'' Even so, Riltein was undoubtedly one of the strongest in the vicinity of Derat City. Magic is the act of channeling mana into a spherical space within the body called a "mana hole," where it forms a circular spell formation, or circle, to manifest effects in reality. The more powerful the magic, the more mana and the more complex the spell formation required. A mage''s prowess is determined by the number of circles they can form, which allows them to cast more advanced spells. 1st to 2nd Circle: This is the novice level, often referred to as the realm of apprentice mages. Although they can use magic, they are not considered full-fledged mages. 3rd to 5th Circle: This is the realm of regular mages, where most people remain. They can cast useful spells for daily life and some combat spells with decent lethality. When people think of mages, this is usually the level they imagine. 6th to 8th Circle: This is the level of high-ranking mages, who are respected wherever they go. They possess the power to massacre dozens alone, and when gathered, they can determine the outcome of battles. They are often considered on par with aura users as combat mages. 9th Circle: These are the Masters, renowned across the continent. They serve as court mages, heads of mage orders, or lords of famous magic towers. Their power is feared and respected. Finally, there is the 10th Circle, the ultimate realm that transcends human limitations. Only three individuals on the entire continent have reached this level, known as the Three Archmages. They wield power that far surpasses conventional magic, existing as absolute entities on another plane of existence. Currently, Karnak was pretending to be a mage of the Fourth Circle¡ªa fairly average, regular mage. In comparison, Riltein, being a Sixth Circle mage, was significantly more advanced. ''Well, that''s only if you''re talking about conventional mana,'' Karnak thought to himself, as his true power lay elsewhere, specifically in chaotic mana. Meanwhile, Boras was curiously eyeing the woman. [I don''t recognize her. Was there a female swordsman that was attractive among Alius'' collaborators?] She had striking red hair and soft, reddish-brown eyes. While not a beauty that could topple kingdoms, she was undeniably very pretty. Her physique also clearly showed the results of extensive training. The vibrant energy of a wild horse was evident, even through her light armor. [With that kind of appearance and skill, she''d have to be famous, wouldn''t she?] And indeed, she was well-known. Even Karnak, who typically wasn''t interested in others, had heard her name before. "I am Serati Allen, affiliated with the Adventurers'' Guild." Karnak was slightly surprised by the woman''s introduction. "Ah, so you''re Dame Serati. I''ve heard of your reputation." As Karnak often explored various gourmet spots in the city, he couldn''t help but overhear the rumors circulating on the streets. This woman was currently the most talked-about adventurer. Born as the daughter of commoners, she chose the path of a warrior, a field generally unfavorable to women. She began making a name for herself as an adventurer at the age of twenty. Recently, she even awakened the aura that all knights dream of, making her a true genius blessed by the heavens. Serati shook her head modestly. "I''m just an adventurer. I''m not a knight, so the title ''Dame'' doesn''t really suit me." "An aura user can be knighted anytime they wish, can''t they?" "I was just fortunate to awaken my aura a bit earlier than others. I still have a long way to go." It seemed she genuinely believed this, not just out of politeness. Indeed, among aura users, she had only just taken her first steps. She is still at the level of a ''Red Knight'', the most novice, so he probably still feels immature. Moreover, by Karnak''s standards, her level wasn''t particularly impressive. ''She''s definitely a genius at her age, but on a continent-wide scale, there are easily hundreds of people with that level of talent.'' Still, since she was a well-known figure in the area, Karnak knew he had to react appropriately. Karnak made a show of enthusiasm. "It''s truly an honor for someone like me to meet a renowned aura user in person." Serati looked at him with a mix of disbelief. "Someone like you? What do you mean? You''re both quite famous yourselves." "Famous?" "We are?" Karnak and Boras both widened their eyes in surprise. [Wait, what have we done to become famous?] [Exactly. We''ve only taken down a few third-rate necromancers.] Riltein smiled faintly. "You''re both quite humble. Did you really think you wouldn''t become famous after taking down so many necromancers in just two months?" "Well, that''s..." Boras scratched his head, realizing the truth of the matter. ''Come to think of it, it makes sense that we''d become a topic of discussion.'' While Karnak and Boras were so familiar with necromancy that they could handle it easily, even a third-rate necromancer typically had power surpassing that of an ordinary first-rate mage. Even Luke, whom they captured without much effort, would have required five or six skilled knights or mages to bring down. Considering how many they had taken down in such a short time, Karnak and Boras had naturally gained considerable fame around Derat City, known as the "Darkness Hunters" of the Hatoba Church. [Is it okay to be famous, Young Master? Didn''t we agree not to live like we did before?] In his past life, Karnak''s fame¡ªor rather infamy¡ªhad spread far and wide, to the point where there was no one in the world who didn''t know his name. All of humanity had once called for the downfall of the "Death King" with fear and hatred. [But this isn''t infamy, so it should be fine, right?] [Right? We''re not going back to the way we lived before, right?] It was only after this double-check that Boras let out a deep sigh of relief. [Ah, living like a normal person is harder than I thought.] [I know, right? There''s so much to worry about.] Regardless, from Alius''s perspective, he had undeniably gathered some significant figures. A Sixth Circle mage and an aura user were powerful individuals who would be respected anywhere they went. Karnak adopted a more serious expression and asked, "This sounds like it''s not an ordinary situation, is it?" "Yes." Alius nodded and gestured for them to take a seat. "Please, have a seat first." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 29 - 28: City of Sin, Trist (3) Chapter 29: Chapter 28: City of Sin, Trist (3) In the western continent, between the Kingdom of Yustil in the north and the Kingdom of Tarum in the northwest, lies the city of Trist, within the USeven Kingdoms Alliance. This city has no fixed ruler. It''s just teeming with those who wish to become one. Originally, Trist City was a kind of buffer zone established by Yustil and Tarum. Exhausted from long territorial disputes, the two nations each put forth a member of their noble branches to be wed, establishing the Trist County and designating it as a neutral area. The problem was that the geographic location of Trist County, situated along a river, meant that it had significant trading rights. It was such a crucial location that the two countries had even gone to war to claim it. Given that money and people naturally flocked to the area, considerable ability and skill were required to manage it properly. However, Trist County lacked that kind of capability. After all, it was a puppet family established from the start, so it was inevitable. Moreover, neither the Kingdom of Yustil nor the Kingdom of Tarum could intervene. Both nations were too wary of each other to interfere recklessly. With a nominal ruler in place, various factions began to vie for control of the trade rights, and it was only a matter of time before the city descended into chaos. Criminals and smugglers ran rampant, and bloodshed became a daily occurrence. Now, decades later, people no longer referred to this place as the County of Trist. The City of Sin, Hell on Earth, the Paradise of Outlaws. These were the phrases that now described Trist City. *** "Until recently, Trist City was divided between two families." Continuing the explanation, Alius spoke. "The Lanfelt family and the Pulad family." Both families originated from lowly backgrounds, starting out as organizations involved in smuggling and prostitution. However, as their power grew, they began to claim themselves as the true heirs of Trist County, engaging in a power struggle. "It''s not entirely a lie. Both families do have the blood of Trist County flowing through them." Both sides had taken in the descendants of the fallen County of Trist into their families, securing the legitimacy of their bloodline. Of course, neither the Kingdom of Yustil nor the Kingdom of Tarum recognized this. For the two kingdoms, the bloodline of a count without tradition meant little. What mattered was who could effectively manage Trist City. It didn''t matter who, as long as they could firmly control the city. Then, they would be recognized as the count. Though it wasn''t openly stated, this was the proposition of both the Kingdom of Yustil and the Kingdom of Tarum. Thanks to this, the Lanfelt and Pulad families had continued their deadly feud for decades. "Both sides were so evenly matched that the balance didn''t easily collapse." Alius''s voice lowered. "...However, recently, that balance of power has been broken." It was due to the rampant spread of the Darkness of Doom. A lawless area like Trist City was the perfect place for necromancers to operate in secret. Naturally, all sorts of necromancers flocked to Trist City to avoid pursuit. And inevitably, they clashed with the existing powers that controlled the city. The Pulad family was the one primarily involved in these clashes. Necromancers mainly targeted human lives to use as sacrifices. The Lanfelt family, which focused on smuggling, had little reason to come into conflict with them. On the other hand, the Pulad family, involved in prostitution and the slave trade, found their domains overlapping with those of the necromancers. "So, the Pulad family was the one that primarily dealt with the necromancers." The problem was that, during this process, a significant number of necromancers were recruited into the family. "Even the unforgivable power of necromancy seemed quite attractive to them." Surprisingly, the necromancers readily accepted the recruitment offers. No matter how much they claimed to serve a lord of darkness, they were originally just third-rate people living miserable lives. Once they were offered money, women, and pleasures, they quickly succumbed. "They were insignificant people who just happened to acquire power by chance, so it''s only natural." Alius continued his explanation, revealing his blatant contempt. "With the power of necromancy, the Pulad family broke the stalemate. They fiercely attacked the Lanfelt family and began to seize full control of Trist City." "I see." Serati, who had been listening, nodded and asked, "Then, the Pulad family currently controls Trist City?" She assumed they had gathered to punish the Pulad family. However, Alius shook his head. "No, the victorious side was the Lanfelt family." "What?" He smirked at the bewildered Serati. "They say a long tail will eventually be stepped on." The Lanfelt family, while being driven back, discovered traces of necromancy in their enemy and informed the Hatoba Church, with whom they had long-standing ties. Once the existence of necromancy was confirmed, the Church of the Earth immediately took action. The Lanfelt family, unusually, cooperated fully. With local cooperation, the church aggressively pursued the Pulad family. "In the end, the long feud ended with the victory of the Lanfelt family. All those associated with necromancy were executed, and the Pulad family was left in ruins, barely maintaining their lineage." Unable to comprehend, Riltein asked. "Then, why did you summon us? Isn''t the situation already over?" "Haa, well, that''s the thing...." Alius let out a deep sigh. "There are suspicions that the Lanfelt family, which took control of Trist City, is also employing necromancers." *** Whether it''s the Lanfelt family or the Pulad family, both are criminal organizations. They''re all the same, so how could one side act morally or righteously? Sear?h the N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The Lanfelt family, just as much as the Pulad family, had been actively recruiting necromancers. The difference was that, unlike the Pulad family, who were intoxicated by the power of necromancy, the Lanfelt family had been working hard to keep their existence hidden. This was the reason why the Lanfelt family had been initially pushed back. "In hindsight, this might have been their strategy from the beginning. They probably intended to borrow the power of the Churches of the Seven Goddesses to deal with their opponents decisively while maintaining their own power." The mage Riltein, astounded, asked, "So, even though they were also employing necromancers, they accused their rivals of being necromancers? And the priests of the Church didn''t realize this?" "There''s a problem with identifying friend from foe when necromancers who possess the Darkness of Doom fight each other. The Church only discovered this recently." When necromancy is used, it leaves clear traces in the surrounding area. This is one of the primary methods the Churches of the Seven Goddesses uses to track down necromancers. "But when both sides used necromancy, only the same traces of the Darkness of Doom were left behind. So, even when the victorious side accused the other of being necromancers, the Church didn''t find it suspicious." "Their brazenness in defying the Goddess is truly unforgivable. Ha ha...." It was at that moment, while Riltein was letting out a bitter laugh, that Serati, who had been listening quietly, suddenly looked to the side with curiosity. "Why are you sweating so much, Sir Boras?" "Pardon? Oh, no, it''s just that I''m a bit warm." "Warm? It''s actually quite chilly today." "I, uh, tend to run hot...." "...?" Clearly, he had something to hide, as his expression betrayed him. Desperately making excuses, Boras anxiously glanced at Karnak. ''Is the young master managing his expression well?'' Karnak didn''t even flinch. He didn''t move a muscle. Anyone could see that he was completely innocent, with no connection to the matter at hand. In fact, he even clicked his tongue in disapproval along with the others. "That''s why they say necromancers are people you just can''t associate with. It''s dangerous to consider them as fellow humans." Boras was deeply impressed. ''Wow, look at that shameless man!'' As expected, the acting skills of someone who had lived with a face of iron for over a hundred years were not ordinary. With nothing but a look of disgust, Karnak continued speaking. "So, this is the current situation." On the surface, the Lanfelt family had borrowed the power of the Churches of the Seven Goddesses, while secretly employing necromancers to turn the tide. In doing so, they had become the undisputed rulers of Trist City. "In that case, we can''t openly investigate the Lanfelt family on the grounds of necromancy. It would damage the reputation of the Hatoba Church, which has already deemed them innocent." "Exactly. That''s why I gathered you all." If they wanted to avoid escalating the situation, it was better to move a small group of elites rather than deploy a large force. "The higher-ups believe that since it''s the Hatoba Church''s mistake, we must handle it ourselves. It''s not just about saving face; the church''s trust is at stake." Everyone''s expressions turned serious at Alius''s words. The reason why saving face is so important in human affairs is because losing it comes with tangible losses. Damaged reputation means damaged trust, and losing trust makes it harder to gain cooperation. Without cooperation, capturing necromancers becomes more difficult, leading to more innocent victims in the process. "Excessive pride can be poisonous, but maintaining the necessary amount of face is crucial. I understand the situation." Serati, having grasped the situation, inquired about their next steps. "So, when do we depart?" "We plan to move out first thing tomorrow morning." "You''re moving quickly? Well, you did summon us rather urgently today." "There''s a reason for that." Alius began to explain the circumstances. "In fact, this isn''t the first attempt to investigate the Lanfelt family." The Hatoba Church had already tried several times to infiltrate the Lanfelt family. And each time, the teams had disappeared without a trace. "At some point, all contact with them was completely lost. It was as if they had vanished into thin air." The victims weren''t inexperienced novices. They were skilled darkness hunters and seasoned adventurers. Erasing such individuals without leaving any trace, no matter how much the Lanfelt family had taken control of a city, was not an easy feat. Karnak pointed this out. "Our information is leaking, isn''t it?" "Yes." Alius lowered his voice, as if embarrassed. "One of the main suspects within the current Lanfelt family is, unfortunately, connected to our church." The person under suspicion was Bishop Shutraff, the head of the Trist diocese. He was a high-ranking cleric within the Hatoba Church, and had played a leading role in helping the Lanfelt family drive out the Pulad family. "We realized this too late, but we couldn''t afford to make it public. It would mean admitting that a cleric of the Hatoba Church was colluding with necromancers." Therefore, this operation was entirely Alius''s own initiative. He hadn''t even informed his superior, the bishop of Derat City. "Fortunately, as a First-tier Inquisitor, I have enough authority to act on this. I won''t face reprimand as long as I submit a report afterward." His plan was as follows: Publicly, Alius, Karnak''s party, Riltein, and Serati would move separately. Each would pretend to be searching for necromancers in the surrounding areas, as they normally did. These days, rumors about necromancy were rampant across the continent, so such activities wouldn''t raise any suspicions. "And then we''ll rendezvous, conceal our identities, and head to Trist City. Once inside, we''ll track down the Lanfelt family''s trail." Serati''s expression hardened. "That sounds dangerous." Not only Serati, but everyone present was undoubtedly an expert in dealing with necromancers. They had already proven their skills by cooperating with Alius. However, this time, the enemy wasn''t just necromancers. They were up against a vast power that had ruled a city for nearly several decades. "Doesn''t that mean the entire city could become our enemy?" "That''s exactly why I called you all." The objective wasn''t to punish the Lanfelt family. The goal was to find "evidence" to punish the Lanfelt family. Alius looked around the room with a trusting gaze. "If it''s you, I''m confident you can at least get out safely, even in the worst-case scenario." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 30 - 29: City of Sin, Trist (4) Chapter 30: Chapter 29: City of Sin, Trist (4) The next morning, Alius, Riltein, Serati, and Karnak''s group departed from Derat City as planned. During the journey, they split up and moved in different directions: east, west, south, and north. They made sure to conspicuously wear priestly robes, a mage''s robe, and a knight''s armor. After moving for about half a day away from Derat City, they changed their route. At the prearranged meeting point, they regrouped and brought out the clothing they had prepared. "Alright, let''s disguise ourselves." S~ea??h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Alius exchanged his priestly robes for a traveler''s outfit. He also altered the priest''s staff by attaching some shabby carvings to make it look ordinary. For Karnak and Riltein, it was easy. All they had to do was take off their mage robes and hide their wands. Boras and Serati, however, were a bit more challenging. In Boras'' case, even without his armor, his large, muscular build was unmistakable. Since there was no way to reduce his size, he covered his entire body with a loose-fitting coat and disguised himself as a laborer by carrying a backpack large enough for a grown man. Serati''s issue was that she was simply too beautiful. While it wasn''t uncommon for women to be among travelers, a beauty of her caliber was another story. Her appearance alone would draw attention. However, disguising herself to look ordinary was also risky. Simply the fact that she was in disguise could arouse suspicion. Especially since the city they were heading to, Trist City, was a den of criminals, the chances of her disguise being noticed were high. Alius had anticipated this as well. "If it''s going to look suspicious anyway, we should just give them a reason to be suspicious from the start." Thus, Serati applied light makeup, wore elegant gloves, but donned shabby women''s travel clothes, creating an awkward appearance. She looked exactly like a typical noblewoman trying to hide her identity while traveling in secret. "Oh, I''ve never put something like this on my face before..." Serati kept touching her cheeks, uncomfortable with the makeup, making Riltein smile softly. "Indeed, this way, even if we''re suspected, it won''t cause any real problems." To someone unaware, they would just look like an ordinary group of travelers; to someone experienced, they would appear to be a group disguising themselves to protect a noblewoman with a story. Either way, they would be able to keep their true identities hidden. After completing their disguises, Karnak''s group set off on the path leading northwest, where Trist City was located. As they walked along the mountain path, Boras grumbled. "Traveling on foot will take quite a bit of time." Apologetically, Alius responded. "I''m sorry. If we travel on horseback, it would inevitably attract attention." Horses were expensive, so just riding one would attract attention. Since they were disguised as ordinary travelers, they had no choice but to endure the hardships of traveling like ordinary people. Surprisingly, Karnak didn''t seem to mind. "I don''t think this is so bad." In his previous life, he was the type who would avoid physical exertion at all costs. To the point where he would even say something like this: ¡ª No matter how much I exercise, I just don''t sweat! How inactive had he been to actually believe that? To the old Karnak, his body was just an annoying obstacle, a trivial curse that hindered his mental activities. That''s why he had no hesitation in turning himself into an undead. But now, things are different. ¡ª Oh! My precious body! I need to take care of it and nurture it. Through consistent exercise, he regained his health, and as he got healthier, his condition improved as well. He even discovered the joy of eating after working up a sweat. Even while traveling, he made sure to enjoy good food. "Alright, let''s eat!" When lunchtime arrived, Karnak promptly reminded the group. They sat under a tree near the road, taking out their food supplies. For most travelers, a meal would typically consist of dried fruits, biscuits, jerky, and the like... but... "A sandwich with tongue terrine and capers!" "Roasted pigeon with arugula pur¨¦e and fried acacia flowers!" "Steamed freshwater crayfish flavored with white wine and pepper!" What emerged from Boras''s backpack were delicacies from high-end restaurants in Derat City. Each dish was something with neither the preservation nor portability needed for a journey. These were certainly not items one would expect to see on the side of a road. Alius, flabbergasted, muttered under his breath. "...Anyone would think you just packed a lunch." "You need to eat well to stay strong!" "...Did you really just pack lunch?" "Yes?" Not believing it, Alius peered into the backpack and found it was indeed stuffed full of nothing but packaged foods. The enormous backpack, large enough to fit a grown man inside, was packed with food. "Where are your spare clothes?" "I''ll just wash what I''m wearing!" "And if they get worn out?" "I''ll sew them up!" "What about armor or weapons...?" "I''m wearing them under the coat! I just won''t take it off!" "But isn''t it exhausting to wear that kind of outfit?" "Eating delicious food gives me strength!" "..." Alius fell silent. Something seemed off, but Boras''s logic(?) was so consistent that he couldn''t argue against it. Serati was equally dumbfounded. "We have at least three or four more days of travel ahead. Won''t the food spoil?" Boras had prepared for that as well. "The young master cast preservation magic on all the food in advance!" Riltein was shocked and asked, "You cast preservation magic on all this food, one by one?" Preservation magic was a 3rd-circle spell, something he could also use. Despite that, they had still packed preserved food because... "My goodness, that must have taken an entire day!" Preservation magic wasn''t an instant spell; it required a long casting time. For a 6th-circle mage to preserve a single portion of food for three days, they would need to cast the spell for an entire hour. This was why preserved food remained useful despite the existence of preservation magic. ''It''s impressive, but did he really need to go that far?'' Karnak replied confidently. "Isn''t it worth the effort to enjoy good food?" "Ah, yes..." In truth, it didn''t take Karnak nearly as long as it normally would. ''I''m just low on mana right now, but my computational ability hasn''t changed.'' Although his current mana allowed him to use only up to 4th-circle spells, his mastery had already surpassed even that of an archmage. A spell that would take Riltein all day to cast, Karnak could complete in under ten minutes. Thanks to this, the atmosphere was quite cheerful. Karnak and Boras weren''t the type to selfishly keep delicious food to themselves. "Would you like to join us?" "Thank you!" There''s no one in the world who would refuse good food. Serati, delighted by Boras''s offer, gladly accepted the sandwich. As a result, the initial distance between them narrowed significantly. As she nibbled on the sandwich, Serati took the opportunity to observe her new companions closely. At first glance, they didn''t seem particularly special. A lord and his accompanying knight¡ªa common enough combination. Their abilities were decent for their age, both as a warrior and a mage, but compared to Serati, who was an Aura user, they seemed ordinary. ''And yet, they supposedly captured necromancers so easily?'' Since they had been in such a rush, they hadn''t had a proper spar, leaving her curious about their true strength. Just how skilled were they? ''So far, they just seem like people obsessed with food...'' Aside from mealtime, the journey was uneventful. Disguised as merchants, Karnak''s group continued to head northwest, following the Yustil Road. After four days, they finally arrived at Trist City. *** Throughout the journey, Karnak had been thinking. ''The City of Sin, huh? That''s quite a grand name.'' He was familiar with the slums of cities. In his previous life, both Karnak and Boras had often lived in the back alleys. Having experienced the major cities across the continent, a place like this being labeled the "City of Sin" didn''t leave much of an impression on him. After all, every part of the world had its lawless corners, and places with terrible security were common enough. He thought it was much ado about nothing. ''It''s just another place where people live, no matter what they call it.'' ...or so he thought, but Trist City was different from the start. The basic structure of the city was impressive. It had originally been the western front of the Kingdom of Yustil, so sturdy stone buildings were scattered everywhere, and the streets were fairly well-paved with stone. But everything was half-collapsed. The inhabitants were living among these ruins, patching things up with planks and logs as best they could. It was too intact to be called ruins, yet too desolate to be considered a proper city. There were far too many people for it to be abandoned, but the atmosphere was too grim to call it lively. "This city... it certainly leaves an impression." "There''s a reason they call it the City of Sin." As they continued walking, they came upon a market. The market, too, consisted of half-ruined buildings haphazardly patched up, with stalls and tents set up all around. Karnak chuckled, feeling a sense of d¨¦j¨¤ vu. ''This place feels exactly like the black markets in the Empire.'' The only difference was that it wasn''t yet dark. Since it was evening, many women were out shopping, carrying their baskets around. Seeing this, Serati murmured. "They say it''s a lawless zone, but it seems they maintain some level of order." Alius chuckled. "The security here is... self-managed." "What?" Serati blinked in confusion, trying to understand what he meant. Just then, a boy dressed in rags suddenly snatched a basket from an elderly woman walking by. "Hey!" He swiftly dashed forward, cutting the basket''s strap with a knife and grabbing it as he ran like the wind¡ªhis skill was remarkable! Riltein and Serati, shocked, muttered to themselves. "A pickpocket?" "With so many people around?" Meanwhile, Karnak and Boras were unfazed. ''Security here is non-existent...'' ''What does it matter how many people there are?'' As expected, the passersby didn''t react at all to the theft happening right beside them. They merely watched with idle curiosity. However, what happened next even surprised Karnak and Boras. "Oh my!" The woman who had been robbed didn''t seem flustered at all. Calmly, she pulled out a menacing dagger from her coat and threw it! Whoosh! Thud! The dagger struck the boy''s thigh with perfect accuracy. Blood splattered as he let out a scream. "Aaagh!" The woman didn''t even hurry. Leisurely, she walked over to the fallen boy, retrieved her basket, and inspected it. "Ah, I''ll have to fix this handle," she muttered casually, as if it was nothing. Then she calmly pulled the dagger out of the boy''s thigh. Even as blood splattered, she didn''t so much as blink. After that, she simply continued on her way. She didn''t get angry, nor did she curse. It was as if nothing had happened. "Aagh... Aah..." As the boy groaned in pain, passersby threw remarks at him as they walked by. "Tsk-tsk, and you tried pickpocketing with that level of skill?" "You should go back to begging." Even though a child lay bleeding on the ground, no one seemed inclined to help. Karnak''s group, who had been watching, was left speechless. "What the hell is this?" "What''s with the atmosphere in this place?" Serati, on the other hand, was nervously looking back at Alius. ''What should we do, Alius? If we leave him like this...'' Whether by coincidence or the woman''s precise aim, the dagger had avoided the boy''s arteries. For now, his life didn''t seem to be in immediate danger. But could they really just stand by and do nothing? Especially since Alius was a priest. Alius merely shrugged. ''Didn''t I tell you? The security here is self-managed.'' Sure enough, three children came rushing out from a nearby alley. They were all dressed in shabby clothing and approached the fallen boy as if this was routine. They quickly stopped the bleeding and wrapped the wound with a bandage. Their comments during this were something else entirely. "See, Kain oppa, I told you pickpocketing was dangerous!" "Let''s just stick to selling ourselves honestly." The children, supporting the boy''s limbs, quickly disappeared back into the alley. All of this took place in just a few minutes. What remained were the merchants and passersby, who resumed their activities as if nothing had happened. "Come, come! Fresh Latier meat for sale!" "We''ve got fresh turnips in today!" Looking at the pool of red blood on the ground, Riltein sighed. "My goodness, so that''s why the roads are stained brown..." He''d been walking over it without a second thought, but now he felt utterly uneasy. Karnak and Boras, too, wore expressions of deep impression. "Well, it''s definitely a place where people live, but..." "The type of people living here are... quite different." The woman wasn''t particularly skilled. Compared to those who had formally trained in martial arts, she was certainly amateurish. However, the basic common sense here was entirely different, not just for the woman, but for the entire city. "There''s no need to give any special warnings," Alius said, breaking the silence. "You''ve seen it for yourselves, this is Trist City." Karnak''s group was undoubtedly strong. If it came to a direct confrontation, Serati alone could probably take down dozens of ordinary bandits with ease. "But in this place, it''s hard to expect anyone to be polite enough to face you head-on." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 31 - 30: City of Sin, Trist (5) Chapter 31: Chapter 30: City of Sin, Trist (5) Karnak and his group continued walking down the street. During that time, they witnessed two more incidents of pickpocketing and three more cases of robbery. In less than an hour, they had seen five crimes. Even so, there wasn''t a situation where Alius needed to step in. The pickpockets they encountered afterward displayed a seasoned demeanor, unlike the boy from the market. They skillfully snatched up belongings, immediately dashed off, handed the stolen goods to waiting accomplices, and managed to dodge flying daggers before disappearing into alleys. The victim of the pickpocketing raged furiously, but the reaction of those around them was different. "Those guys are pretty good, aren''t they?" "If you''re going to be a pickpocket, you should be at least that good." Just as they had shown no interest in the boy who had fallen earlier, they showed no concern for the person who had just been pickpocketed. As a result, there was no bloodshed, and no need for a cleric to step in. The robberies were much the same. "Hey, buddy, mind lending us some cash?" It wasn''t even in a back alley¡ªburly thugs openly robbed a passing merchant right in the middle of the street. Naturally, the merchants, enraged, tried to fight back. But they were hopelessly outnumbered from the start. They were beaten senselessly and had their purses snatched away. However, it was clear how often the robbers had done this, as they never beat anyone badly enough to cause lasting harm. They just knocked them down to subdue them, took the money, and quickly left. "Ugh!" "You damned bastards!" "The heavens are truly indifferent!" The merchants, bruised and robbed, cried out in frustration, but from Alius'' perspective, it wasn''t a situation where he could intervene. ''If their lives were at stake, maybe, but I can''t reveal my identity for something like this...'' While he was busy worrying about what to do, no one seemed to take special notice of his hesitation. The other people were just watching as if it were an entertaining spectacle. When the situation ended, they simply went about their business. Boras clicked his tongue in disbelief. "Wow, what kind of place is this?" He had walked through many shady backstreets rife with illegal activities, but this place was different. "So, this is why they don''t call it the City of Illegal Acts but the Lawless City." The difference between having laws that are broken and not having laws to break was more significant than one might think. Serati spoke up, worried. "I''m not sure we can safely stay at an inn here." The entire city was under the control of the Lanfelt family, and the place was swarming with people who would stab you in the back at the slightest provocation. Even staying at an inn, it was doubtful they could sleep with both eyes closed. "Won''t we end up getting stabbed in our sleep if we stay just anywhere?" Alius agreed, replying, "It''s said that many wanderers disappear without a trace in this city. That''s why we need to find a place with reliable connections." Riltein frowned. "So, does that mean we need to set up defensive barriers in our inn rooms? This is ridiculous... it''s not like we''re camping outdoors." Fortunately, that wouldn''t be necessary. "I have a place in mind, Riltein." "What? But didn''t you say the Trist Diocese is suspicious...?" It''s common practice for priests operating outside their home regions to seek out the local church. But the Hatoba Church in this city couldn''t be trusted. sea??h th§× N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Wasn''t that the very reason they had disguised themselves in the first place? "Yes, that''s why I found a different local ally." "...Can they be trusted?" Given the city''s atmosphere, having a local ally was essential. But could this ally be trusted? After all, the Lanfelt family had already seized control of the entire city. They found the answer as soon as they reached the central street. "No way, this is..." Serati muttered in disbelief as she looked at the large mansion standing before them. "This is the Pulad Mansion?" It was the very same family that had been ruined by the Hatoba Church. *** The exterior of the Pulad Mansion was unremarkable. In fact, it was quite an old building. There were many areas in need of repair, and it was clear that Karnak''s Jestarad Mansion was larger and more splendid in comparison. Yet, the mansion before them seemed surprisingly luxurious. "Wow, with everything else around here in such a state, this place actually looks pretty good." In a city filled with patched-up, run-down buildings, even a halfway decent exterior stood out. And in this city, maintaining a mansion like this was indeed a luxury. "Even though they''ve fallen, it seems they still have considerable power," Karnak said with a smile. He had wondered how much help a ruined family could provide, but seeing this, it seemed they were trustworthy. ''Besides, they must hold an unquenchable grudge against the Lanfelt family, so there''s no worry about betrayal.'' As they approached the mansion, Alius commented, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right? Right now, there''s no one more reliable for us than the Pulad family." "And isn''t the Hatoba Church also their enemy?" "More precisely, the Trist Diocese of the Hatoba Church is their enemy. And aren''t we here to punish them?" "Indeed, our interests align perfectly." Watching their surroundings as they approached the mansion entrance, they noticed two gatekeepers standing guard. Both were older and didn''t seem particularly skilled, reinforcing the impression that the family had indeed fallen on hard times. As the group approached, one of the gatekeepers, wary, asked, "What brings you here?" Without a word, Alius pulled out a brooch from his coat and showed it to them. It was a seemingly ordinary brooch, yet the gatekeepers immediately dropped their guard. It must have been a prearranged sign. "I''ll show you inside." As it was already nighttime, candles were lit throughout the mansion. After being led to a reception room, they waited until a young woman in a dress entered the room. "Welcome to the Pulad family estate. I am Sildera, the head of the family." She wasn''t an extraordinary beauty, just someone with a plain appearance. However, she had a well- developed physique, fitting for a woman living in such a harsh city. [Looks like she can hold her own.] [She''d look better in armor than in a dress.] While Karnak and Boras habitually assessed her, Alius politely greeted her. "I am Alius, servant of Hatoba. It''s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Sildera." She was the daughter of the former head of the Pulad family, Marad. When the former head went on a rampage, allying himself with a necromancer, she was the one who stood up against him and was consequently despised, spending a long time in seclusion. After the family''s downfall, this opposition became the very reason she earned the absolute support of those who remained. She alone served as proof that the Pulad family was no longer involved in necromancy. "I have no intention of making excuses for my father''s sins. My goal is simply to restore the family." Sildera''s expression twisted slightly as she continued. "To do that, I cannot tolerate that vile Lanfelt family. However, we lack the strength to oppose them..." The Pulad family''s power had dwindled to almost nothing. The key figures involved in necromancy had been executed, and those who remained had either scattered to seek their fortunes or struggled just to survive. "Even so, we still have some influence left throughout the city. If you trust us, we will do our best to help." Alius nodded without hesitation. "Of course, I trust you." In truth, those who remained in the current Pulad family were genuinely uninvolved with necromancy. Anyone even slightly suspected of involvement had been executed. Many innocents had perished as well. Only those who, no matter how much they were scrutinized, had nothing to hide, managed to survive. The church''s inquisition had been that harsh. The Pulad family harbored as much hatred for the Hatoba Church as they did for the Lanfelt family. Alius had skillfully directed that hatred specifically towards the Trist Diocese. "The Church can no longer turn a blind eye to the Trist Diocese''s atrocities. They will surely face the goddess''s punishment." After they had settled in, Alius asked seriously, "So, can you update us on the current situation?" *** The Lanfelt family''s defenses had become extremely tight. This was only natural, given that the Hatoba Church had already sent people multiple times. "The Church''s usual tactic of infiltrating under disguised identities to gather evidence of necromancy is no longer effective." They didn''t allow anyone they didn''t know inside. Even those they knew weren''t allowed close unless they were long-time subordinates. It was as if they had bristled like a porcupine, ready to strike at any threat. Thus, Alius''s plan was a nighttime raid. They would disguise themselves as a different faction, attack the mansion, and in the ensuing chaos, search for evidence of necromancy. "It''s a simple and brute-force method, but surprisingly, it has a high success rate¡ªas long as we have enough military power." To make this work, they needed an accurate understanding of the current forces within the Lanfelt family. Sildera brought out a map and spread it on the table before beginning her explanation. "The Lanfelt Mansion currently houses about 100 soldiers. All of them are warriors equivalent to 2nd-tier adventurers, and they have three 2nd-circle mages and five 3rd-circle mages." In addition to this, the Lanfelt family''s forces were spread throughout the city, making it clear that they had enough power to control the entire area. Despite this, Riltein felt reassured. "This seems manageable." When considering the forces at the mansion alone, they didn''t seem overwhelming compared to Karnak''s group''s current level. Moreover, since they had detailed information on the troop placements and shifts, it seemed feasible to strike and retreat successfully. Sildera''s expression darkened. "The problem is the necromancers." The Pulad family''s intelligence couldn''t determine how powerful the hidden necromancers were or how many there were. This was something they wouldn''t know until they faced them. However, Alius appeared confident. "That won''t be an issue." Necromancers were formidable not only because they could gain power easily but also because their methods were so unfamiliar. No matter how strong someone was, encountering something outside their experience could reveal unexpected weaknesses. In this respect, Alius''s group had nothing to worry about. "These people here are all veterans at dealing with necromancers." *** The enormous basement of the Lanfelt Mansion, located on the western side of Trist City. Torches were embedded in the walls, casting a dim light over the darkness, while agonized groans echoed throughout the space. "Ugh..." "Ahhh..." Blood-soaked bodies hung from the walls and pillars. Their skin had been flayed, and their entire bodies were covered in wounds, leaving them in a grotesque state. The scene was so horrific that one might think if hell existed, it would look like this. Two men stood on one side of the basement, observing the scene. One was a middle-aged man, appearing to be in his forties, and the other a younger man in his thirties. The younger man cautiously spoke while watching the basement. "It''s been a month since we last dealt with those sent by the Church. Don''t you think the main temple might take action again soon?" The older man seemed unconcerned. "If the Church keeps sending people, it''s a welcome development. It just means more sacrifices for us." He turned his gaze to the dozens of men bound in the basement¡ªmembers of the Hatoba Church''s Darkness Hunters. They were all exceptionally skilled warriors, experienced in facing other necromancers. "But the truth is, they''ve never faced a true necromancer." They were pitiful wretches, wielding the mighty power of darkness like a spear or sword, without any wisdom or knowledge. They had only ever fought against the lowest of the low, those unworthy of being called necromancers, and yet they believed themselves to be the ultimate enemies of necromancy. This foolishness had led them here. The older man raised his right hand. At that moment, darkness began to rise throughout the basement. "Arghhhh!" "Aaaaah!" As the screams echoed, the rising darkness converged toward the older man. Absorbing the darkness, he smiled contentedly. "Good, it''s transformed into high-quality necromantic power." The younger man asked, concerned, "Isn''t this putting a strain on your body?" "There''s some strain, of course." The older man replied as if it were nothing, clasping his hands together. "And that''s why..." As he brought his hands together, they began to emit a radiant light¡ªthe holy light of Hatoba, the goddess of the sacred earth. "...I protect my body with the blessings of the great goddess." The older man, Bishop Shutraff, the head of the Trist Diocese of the Hatoba Church, grinned wickedly, his hands filled with both light and darkness. "This time, I hope a high-ranking priest comes to challenge us. The rewards will be even greater." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 32 - 31: Lanfelt Mansion (1) Chapter 32: Chapter 31: Lanfelt Mansion (1) The night streets of Trist City were shrouded in thick fog. Five men were running through the alleys. Clad in leather armor, armed with daggers, and their faces concealed by masks, they appeared to be typical thieves. "Hurry up. We need to keep to the schedule." "Yes, brother." Despite their severely limited visibility, their movements were unhesitant. It seemed they were familiar with the layout of the city, as they navigated through the fog and the darkness of the night without the aid of any light sources like torches. Soon, the men arrived near a large mansion. The mansion was so vast that the ends of the walls stretched into the fog, obscuring them from view. One of the men, who had been surveying the inside, muttered nervously. "The security is just as tight as expected." The building itself was quite elegant and antiquated. It had originally been the mansion of the Count of Trist, so it was fitting. However, the Lanfelt family, who had taken over the place, had turned the once elegant noble residence into a menacing thieves'' stronghold. Where beautiful rose vines should have gracefully climbed the walls, sharp blades and broken glass were embedded instead, guarding against even the smallest intruders. The once refined garden trees had been severely pruned, and makeshift watchtowers had been erected on them, where guards with crossbows were stationed. The once splendid, noble-style garden had been completely uprooted. All the decorative trees had been cleared away, turning the area into a training ground. This was a measure to ensure that nothing could obstruct their line of sight. One of the men let out a sigh. "Attacking this place... No sane person would ever attempt it, right?" Another man responded with a scolding tone. "We''re not being asked to climb over the walls, are we? Our job is just to create as much chaos as possible." Of course, even that would require risking their lives, but they had already steeled themselves for this. These men were all survivors of the Pulad family, who had lost their families and comrades to the Lanfelt family. The new head of the family, Sildera, had gathered the remaining twenty elite members of the family and said: ¨CThe night of revenge has come. She didn''t explain the detailed plan. The gathered men didn''t try to ask, either. They were all seasoned enough to know that the more people who knew the plan, the higher the chance of failure. They just trusted the head of the family and followed the plan. And they hoped that the plan she had devised would prove to be effective. Hiding in the shadows, they continued to wait. The fog was so thick that it was difficult to determine the position of the moon, and the church bells didn''t toll at this late hour. The only way to gauge the time was through their own senses. "Alright, by now, everyone should be in position." A middle-aged man gestured with his hand. "Begin." Another man pulled out a bottle from his coat. It was a molotov cocktail filled with oil. "Those vile Lanfelt bastards..." With a triumphant smile, he lit the bottle and threw it. "Take this, you scum!" With a loud crash, flames erupted. Chaos ensued within the walls. "Attack!" "Everyone, to your positions!" *** No matter how strong Karnak and his party were, charging head-on into the enemy''s stronghold was a risky move. That''s why Alius had involved the Pulad family. The plan was a diversionary tactic: decoy forces would cause disturbances on all sides, creating an opening to infiltrate the interior. "Honestly, I was disappointed to hear there were only twenty of them..." Observing the situation, Karnak''s expression showed a hint of surprise. "They''re doing much better than I expected." Disturbances were erupting on all sides of the Lanfelt mansion¡ªeast, west, south, and north. Masked men were continuously hurling molotov cocktails and shooting flaming arrows. Their targets were the wooden watchtowers. As expected, they weren''t built to withstand much, so the flames quickly surged. And just as quickly, they were extinguished. "Hmph! Did you really think we wouldn''t be prepared for something like this?" It was common sense to place magical barriers around key locations to prevent fires. The Lanfelt mansion even had a resident 3rd Circle mage, so it wasn''t possible to set fires with mere molotov cocktails. But that didn''t matter. What was important wasn''t starting a fire but the mere fact that they had tried. "Who dares!" "We''ll show them the power of Lanfelt!" Armed troops soon poured out from various parts of the mansion. They had taken control of the city and were now in a position of victory. Even the most insignificant soldiers were brimming with arrogance. Of course, that didn''t mean they were particularly disciplined. About half of them had flushed faces, drunk on alcohol. "Ah, damn! Who the hell is causing trouble while I''m in the middle of a good drink?" If they had been diligent people, they wouldn''t be here in the first place. These were back-alley lives that had drifted this far due to their inherently debauched lifestyles. But surprisingly, even in their drunken state, they were able to put up quite a fight. "Ugh! You bastards!" "I''ll kill you!" If a seasoned warrior is someone who constantly hones themselves and maintains peak physical condition through restraint, then a seasoned rogue is someone who, even while drunk and staggering, can snap to attention and fight when the situation demands it. Despite being intoxicated, they all managed to engage in battle. "Die, you scum!" "You''re the ones who''ll die! Filthy Lanfelt dogs!" The clash quickly escalated into a fierce battle. The sounds of spears and swords clashing, screams, groans, shouts, and wails filled the night fog. "Uwaaah!" "Take this!" All of this was reflected on a large water surface. It was Riltein''s ''Far Sight Water Mirror'' magic. Karnak and his party were currently hiding on the rooftop of a three-story building a block away from the Lanfelt mansion. From there, they were observing the overall situation. Serati clicked her tongue. sea??h th§× N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Tsk, tsk. Not a single one of them seems to know how to properly wield a sword." Boras shrugged his shoulders. "To be honest, they''re still stronger than most soldiers. They may seem insignificant to an Aura user like you, but..." "It''s not that I''m trying to brag..." The ones who had rushed out were holding their own against the attackers from the Pulad family. Given that their numbers were nearly three times greater, the fact that they were only managing this much meant that their skills were lacking. "If they''re at that level, it means this isn''t the true strength of the Lanfelt family. It looks like they don''t intend to deploy their necromancer." "Things never go that smoothly, do they? Even just avoiding unnecessary exhaustion is a big help." Thanks to the Pulad family, they could head directly into the mansion. Expecting more would be greedy. Alius stood up and continued. "We''ll have to draw out the real target ourselves." *** While chaos reigned on all sides of the Lanfelt mansion, Karnak and his party aimed for the gap in between. Using Riltein''s ''Levitation magic'', they easily scaled the walls. An empty garden immediately came into view. Under normal circumstances, there should have been guards patrolling this area as well, but... "No one''s here," Riltein remarked. Karnak responded, unsurprised. "They''ve probably all gone over there." Expecting them to steadfastly maintain their positions even while a battle raged nearby? That was something you might see in a well-disciplined military camp, not in a back-alley brawl like this. The group quickly crossed the garden. When they reached the front of the mansion, waiting guards finally emerged. "Hmph!" "We were expecting you!" "They must be the bait." Their armor alone sets them apart. They were equipped with proper metal armor, wielding longswords and shields. They looked every bit like regular knights. Glaring at Karnak and his group, the guards each made a comment. "Where are you lot from? Velen? Kala? Stile?" "Maybe Pulad?" "Ha, that place has already been wiped out, hasn''t it?" There were so many enemies that it seemed they had too many possible guesses about where Karnak''s group might be from. Watching the wary soldiers maintain their distance, Alius smirked slightly. "Judging by their reaction and their gear, these must be the real elite troops." If even these soldiers were defeated, the necromancer would have no choice but to intervene. Riltein stepped forward, gripping his magic wand. "Shall we start with a little greeting?" Flames ignited, wrapping around the wand. Seeing the signs, the Lanfelt soldiers panicked and shouted. "A mage!" "Scatter!" A large fireball shot through the air. It exploded with a deafening roar that shook the ground. BOOM! The flames surged, the heat boiling the air. Even if they managed to dodge it, the impact alone was powerful enough to cause serious injury. However, no one fell. "Damn it!" "Who''s going to get hit by such a slow spell?" The moment the fireball exploded, the soldiers had thrown themselves to the ground, minimizing the damage by lying flat. With the protection of their thick armor, they avoided fatal injuries as long as they didn''t take a direct hit. These soldiers were clearly seasoned, showing familiarity even with magic. But Riltein was just as experienced. "I figured you''d do that." He had anticipated the attack might miss and had already prepared his next move. "Roar of the dark clouds, flow through the earth! Chain Lightning!" A web of electricity surged across the garden, crackling with energy. The soldiers gasped as they saw the incoming lightning. "Gah!" "Another spell?" They had only ever seen 2nd or 3rd Circle mages, so they hadn''t expected such a rapid succession of spells. They had never experienced magic being cast this quickly. Four soldiers, unable to dodge in time, were caught in the electrifying attack. Screams erupted from all directions. "Aaaargh!" "Gaaah!" Someone shouted orders. "Take down the others! If we close in, the mage can''t use his spells freely!" Leaving their fallen comrades behind, the remaining soldiers charged in unison. Battle cries echoed as they tried to boost their morale. "Don''t be afraid!" "There are only five of them!" Serati stepped forward lightly. "Then I''ll go first." Her longsword slid smoothly from its sheath, the blade enveloped in a crimson glow. A sinister red flash cleaved through the two leading soldiers. Shing! The sword, the shield, and even the armor¡ªeverything was cut through in a single stroke by the blood-red blade. Lanfelt''s once-valiant elite troops were now nothing more than dismembered pieces of flesh, spraying blood in all directions. The gruesome sight was more than enough to halt the advancing soldiers in their tracks. "Ugh! That light...." "A battle aura sword?" In shock, the soldiers staggered backward. "An Aura user?" "Wait, why would an Aura user be here of all places?" Trist City might have been known as a city of sin or a hell on earth, but it was still considered a remote backwater. Aura users typically moved in higher circles, often in the royal capital or other significant cities, rather than in such a rural area. A man who seemed to be the leader shouted to those around him. "What''s the big deal about an Aura user?" Pointing at Serati''s sword, he raised his voice, trying to muster some confidence. "There''s no need to fear! It''s just at the red level!" The level of an Aura user could be judged by the color of their battle aura. Serati''s aura glowed red, indicating that she was at the lowest tier among Aura users. Of course, that didn''t mean she was to be underestimated. Some of the more experienced soldiers couldn''t help but feel incredulous as they stepped back. ''Just at the red level...?'' ''Sure, it''s a red aura, but...'' ''It''s still a battle aura sword!'' ''What difference does it make if she''s the weakest among Aura users?'' It was like saying: ¨C She''s not a tiger, she''s just a leopard! Don''t be scared! But to these men, who were like mere cats, what difference did it make whether they faced a tiger or a leopard? Either way, a single bite would be fatal. However, not all of the soldiers at Lanfelt Mansion were as seasoned. For the younger, more hot-blooded ones, this slight reassurance was enough to boost their morale. "Damn it!" "Yeah, what''s so special about an Aura user?" "Reinforcements will be here soon!" "You think we can''t hold out until then?" With angry shouts, the soldiers began to charge at Serati. Gripping her sword more firmly, she gave a cold smile. ''Hah! Do you think you can hold out?'' Sorry, but she had no intention of holding back. These soldiers needed to be utterly crushed to wake the Lanfelt forces from their complacency and force them to bring out their hidden necromancer. Serati lightly pushed off the ground. As she soared through the air like a bird, red flashes of her battle aura scattered around her. "Take this!" [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 33 - 32: Lanfelt Mansion (2) Chapter 33: Chapter 32: Lanfelt Mansion (2) Each time the red sword flashed, red blood splattered. Under the misty night sky, red rain fell, accompanied by screams. "Aaah!" "Aaargh!" Serati continued to sweep through the battlefield. As expected of an Aura User, a warrior who had transcended the limits of humanity, her sword showed no hesitation. When she swung her sword, she cut through blades, and when blocked by shields, she sliced through them as well. However, Boras, who was watching the scene, clicked his tongue inwardly. ''Is it because she''s still at the Red Level? Her movements are...'' The stages of an Aura User are divided into five levels. The Red Level, where one handles an aura that burns like fire. They are called Red Knights and use a red aura. This level, where they draw out aura to exhibit destructive power that transcends human limits, is known as the Stage of Strong Ability. Even at this level, one could gain fame anywhere. In remote areas, a single Red Knight could significantly alter the power dynamics. The next stage is the Blue Level, where one handles aura as calm as water. They are called Blue Knights and use a blue aura. At this stage, they can control aura with finesse, combining overwhelming destructive power with delicate skill, known as the Stage of Skill Over Strength. These warriors are known throughout the kingdom as powerful figures, typically invited by high-ranking noble families or serving as royal knights. If they prefer not to be tied down, they often work as top-tier adventurers. Beyond this, one becomes known as a Purple Knight. At this level, where the red and blue aura merge into a purple aura, one reaches the Stage of Perfect Unity of Strength and Skill, where the control over aura is completely mastered. This is the realm of true superhumans who have transcended the limits of humanity, often becoming the leaders of prestigious knight orders or the Empire''s strongest knights. Breaking through another barrier allows one to handle silver aura. These are known as Silver Knights, or Silver Warriors, a stage where one not only masters skill and power but also surpasses the common understanding of swordsmanship. This stage allows a warrior to not just imbue objects with aura, but to materialize and wield the aura itself. Imperial Knight Commanders or the Guardian Knights of a kingdom typically reach this level. Finally, there is the ultimate stage, the Golden Knight. In this stage, where everything is in perfect harmony, transcending reason, it is said that with just one sword, even the winds and clouds can be controlled. This is the realm of a God of Martial Arts, virtually an army of one, where only the Four Great Martial Kings have reportedly reached. Boras, who had once been the Death Knight Lord, was a supreme warrior among the supreme, having even crossed swords with the Four Great Martial Kings in his prime. Thus, Serati''s movements couldn''t help but catch his eye. ''Ah, that''s not how you should move.'' ''Ah, you shouldn''t do that there.'' ''Ah, why so many unnecessary movements?'' Of course, in his current state, he had no right to criticize Serati. How could someone who couldn''t even handle aura dare to look down on anyone? ''Sigh, I should just know my place and focus on my own business.'' Kicking away an approaching soldier, Boras once again focused on the battle. The soldiers of the Lanfelt estate didn''t target Serati alone. The more seasoned ones actually concentrated their attacks on the rest of the group. Wouldn''t it be much more feasible to capture one of her comrades as a hostage rather than face that terrifying Aura User directly? The problem was that these comrades were anything but easy targets. "Explode, Explosion!" Riltein''s fireball struck the barren garden. With a loud explosion, a gust of wind surged, and black smoke billowed up. KABOOM! "Charlie''s down!" "Damn it! Fall back!" "Aim for their backs! Go for their backs!" "Throw the daggers! Throw the daggers!" "Hey! How can you shout that out loud?!" Those trying to strike from a distance were swiftly dealt with by Serati. "Hmph! Who said I''d let you do that?" Despite never having practiced together, the two were executing coordinated attacks with remarkable precision. Karnak couldn''t help but be impressed. ''As expected of veterans.'' ''Indeed. Their experience allows them to coordinate effortlessly, even improvising on the spot.'' But what they didn''t realize was that the ones who were truly surprised were actually Serati and Riltein. ''No way, those two...'' ''How are they fighting so seamlessly?'' Karnak and Boras moved in perfect sync. Boras would strike and retreat, Karnak would cast spells, and they continuously shifted positions, yet never showed an opening. Maintaining the most advantageous positions throughout the battle, they fought with such calm and precision that no matter how many Lanfelt soldiers charged at them, they were like an impregnable fortress, unshakable. As a result, the number of enemies they had defeated was more than double that of Serati and Riltein. How could the combination of Boras, who wasn''t even an Aura User, and Karnak, a 4th Circle mage, be stronger than the duo of an Aura User and a 6th Circle mage? S~ea??h the ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. ''No wonder Priest Alius praised them so highly¡ªthere''s a good reason for it.'' ''Their battle sense is incredible, really.'' In truth, it was simply because Karnak and Boras had fought together for far too long. They had fought side by side for over a hundred years. Even if they fought thoughtlessly, their coordination was flawless. In fact, it would be harder for them to be out of sync. As a result, the soldiers of Lanfelt were being pushed back continuously, unable to find any openings. Even Alius, who might have been considered a weak point, wasn''t one. Swinging his longsword, he calmly dealt with the approaching Lanfelt soldiers. Since he had to hide the fact that he was a priest until the necromancer appeared, he deliberately acted like an ordinary swordsman. Surprisingly, his swordsmanship was quite impressive. While not as overwhelming as the others in the group, he fought steadily, protecting himself and continuing the battle. "Haah! Take this!" Karnak and Boras, who had been observing the situation, couldn''t help but be amazed. [At this level, he could easily be considered knight-class.] [He''s even better than our territory''s knights. Where on earth did a priest learn to fight like this?] Eventually, after leaving countless corpses behind, the soldiers began to retreat. Serati frowned as she watched the enemies withdraw further into the mansion. "This is strange..." Despite all the commotion, no additional reinforcements had appeared. But it was unlikely that these soldiers represented the mansion''s full strength. "Could it be that there''s no necromancer after all?" "I doubt that," Alius said, his expression darkening. The atmosphere of the Lanfelt mansion had changed from earlier. "The foul stench of necromancy is seeping out." The ominous aura grew stronger. While Serati and Riltein might not have noticed, to Alius, a priest, the air was filled with a dreadfully ominous energy that made his hair stand on end. "It seems they intend to confront us in a place more favorable to them." *** BANG! With a single strike, the thick wooden door shattered. At the same time, Karnak''s group charged inside. Immediately upon entering, they scanned the surroundings, prepared for any sudden attack. Riltein, with his magic wand aimed, frowned. "It''s oddly quiet." As expected of a noble''s mansion, the first-floor hall was spacious. There were four corridors extending to the left and right, and in the center stood a grand staircase leading to the second floor. The walls were lined with lit candles, making the area fairly bright. "Over there." Sensing something, Serati pointed to the top of the stairs. Three figures dressed in black robes emerged from the shadows. "Aura User and a high-ranking mage, I see..." "They must be quite renowned." "But it''s all meaningless before the power of darkness." With a sinister voice, the air grew heavier. The dark energy was so palpable that even those who were not priests could clearly feel it. They were the necromancers of the Lanfelt family. "Behold!" "This is the true power of necromancy!" The figures simultaneously unleashed their black magic. In an instant, pitch-black shadows filled the hall. It was a sight that would make anyone''s skin crawl. ...That is, if they were the kind of "ordinary people" these necromancers were used to dealing with. Alius was quite pleased. "Oh, are there three of them?" Riltein and Serati also reacted with satisfaction. "That should be enough evidence." "It would be best to take all three of them in, wouldn''t it?" Everyone wore smiles on their faces. Though they didn''t openly express it, Karnak and Boras felt the same way. [How many Lords of Darkness are there?] [Looks like they''ve consumed a fair amount of darkness. Combined, the three of them must be worth at least ten servings.] [Indeed, big events always come with big rewards.] Seeing Karnak''s group so unfazed, without a hint of fear or tension, the necromancers were enraged. "You wretches!" "How dare you mock us?" Their arrogant demeanor was fitting for Aura Users and high-ranking mages. They must have spent their lives looking down on those like them, who lived in the shadows. "Let''s see how long you can keep laughing!" Grinding their teeth, the necromancers began to condense the darkness in the air. They were combining their powers to summon a more formidable entity. "Come forth, avatar of death!" Soon, the darkness took the form of a grotesque specter wielding a massive scythe. "Go, Specter! Drain every last drop of their life force!" The Specter let out a terrifying wail, exuding an overwhelming aura that filled the area. Screeeech! *** The Specter was a high-ranking undead among evil spirits. Without the power of a priest, neither swords nor magic were very effective against it. As such, even elite warriors and mages found it difficult to confront if they weren''t familiar with fighting the undead. Its power was so formidable that a single Specter had once wiped out an entire village. The necromancers were convinced that these arrogant intruders would soon be dead. However... "The light of the Goddess shall punish all that is unholy!" Alius''s oak wand emitted a brilliant flash. In an instant, the Specter''s advance slowed. The necromancers flinched and let out a groan. "What?" Riltein quickly followed up with his spell. "Piercing spear of flame, Flame Spear!" The fiery spears pierced through the Specter''s body like skewers, targeting its now sluggish form. "...What the...?" At the same time, Serati unleashed her red aura-infused sword. "Hiyaah!" With a light shout, she sliced the Specter cleanly in half, causing it to vanish into thin air. "...W-What?" Unfortunately for the necromancers, their opponents included a priest and people experienced in fighting the undead. It took only a few seconds for the Specter they had painstakingly summoned to dissolve into nothing. Serati grinned as she watched the necromancers, now stunned and speechless. "Now, we just need to capture those guys and head back, right?" "Yes, indeed. Things are turning out easier than expected." Normally, they would have extracted the Darkness of Doom and ended it there, but these men needed to testify to the crimes of the Lanfelt family, so capturing them was necessary. "It seems the earlier battle was more troublesome than this." With a slight laugh, the red-haired beauty swiftly leaped forward. In a blink, she closed the several meters between herself and the necromancers, appearing right in front of them. The terrified necromancers fell back in shock, landing on their rears. "Huh, huff!" Then, it happened. The heads of the fallen men suddenly exploded. Bang! Pop! Flesh flew in every direction, and blood splattered all around. Alius shouted in alarm. "Miss Serati! I said we needed them alive...." "It wasn''t me!" She turned around in confusion. Suddenly, the surroundings began to change. Woom woom woom woom! With a bizarre noise, the walls started to distort, transforming into dark red masses of flesh. The floor turned into a squishy, bloody swamp, and countless grotesque tendrils sprouted from the ceiling. It was truly a nightmarish scene. Alius was taken aback. "...What... What is this?" He had dealt with many necromancers in the past, but he had never seen anything like this. Typically, necromancers would summon evil spirits, ghouls, or zombies. The more powerful ones might even summon demons from hell, but even then, they would only shroud the area in a thick, ominous aura. But this? In an instant, a normal noble''s mansion had been transformed into a hellish landscape. This was an extraordinary feat, altering the very space itself. Riltein and Serati were just as stunned. This seemed like something out of the legends they had heard as children about necromancers. "This... Is this actually possible?" "So it wasn''t just a made-up story?" As the group struggled to make sense of the situation, a voice suddenly echoed. "Haha, well now..." The voice came from one of the fallen necromancers. "An Aura User and a 6th Circle mage... quite the catch..." It wasn''t the voice of the necromancers. After all, how could it be, when the sound was coming from a corpse whose head had just been blown off? "Even Inquisitor Alius has come? It seems these useless fools had some value after all." Alius recognized the owner of that voice. "...Bishop Shutraff?" [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 34 - 33: Lanfelt Mansion (3) Chapter 34: Chapter 33: Lanfelt Mansion (3) For a moment, Alius doubted his ears. But there was no mistake. He had met this person several times before and remembered the voice clearly. It was Shutraff, the head of the Trist Diocese. "Why on earth are you practicing necromancy...?" A mocking reply returned. "Why are you so surprised? Weren''t you already suspicious and sneaking in here like this?" Of course, he had been suspicious. But at most, he thought Shutraff might have allied with a necromancer. He never imagined that the man himself had become a necromancer. "Good grief! A servant of the goddess, indulging in the unholy powers of darkness?" "And why wouldn''t I? Hahaha!" With the deepening sneer, the entire space quivered. The force of darkness grew stronger, transforming into a heavy pressure that crushed down on their bodies. "Ugh!" Serati, sensing the danger, scanned her surroundings. When the situation becomes dire, securing a retreat is the first priority. ''The exit?'' The gate they had destroyed upon entry was now blocked by grotesque masses of flesh. She immediately summoned her aura blade. "Haaah!" A red aura struck the wall of flesh. But it quickly dissipated. The wall only quivered for a moment and remained completely intact. "How is it so tough?" Riltein wasn''t standing idle either. Struggling to regain his composure, he prepared a spell. "Fire Arrow!" Flaming arrows shot toward the wall of flesh in quick succession. Boom! Boom! Boom! Unfortunately, the result was the same. After the explosions subsided, the masses of flesh began to writhe again. Both the aura and the magic were smothered by the darkness before they could unleash their full power. "I''ll dispel the curse!" Pointing his oak wand forward, Alius channeled his divine power. "Light of Hatoba!" A radiant flash spread in all directions. It was the holy light of the goddess, capable of burning away all evil. No darkness could withstand it. ...At least, that''s how it had always been. But the darkness didn''t fade in the slightest. Instead, it devoured the holy light and grew even more powerful. The entire space was filled with the stench of death, and the blood pooled on the floor began to swirl violently. "My divine power... it''s not working...?" Alius''s face paled. This was the first time he had faced such a powerful necromancer. No, he had never imagined that the power of darkness could be so overwhelming. "Tsk tsk, Alius, my friend." A voice echoed from beyond the miasma-filled space. "Did you really think those people you encountered were true necromancers?" The voice sounded almost sympathetic for a moment... "No, no, that''s not it." ...but in truth, it was filled with utter mockery. "Think about it. If necromancy were only as trivial as that, why do you think the Churches of the Seven Goddesses have always been so wary of the power of darkness?" The ''Doom of Darkness'' cultists are currently ravaging the continent... Most of them had no idea what necromancy truly was. They simply wielded power because it came to them. It''s like accidentally picking up a legendary sword. Just because someone swings a sword recklessly, does that make them a swordsman? "How do you feel now that you''ve faced the real thing after only dealing with amateurs?" Serati and Riltein groaned. "Ugh..." The invisible pressure grew even stronger. Just standing became a challenge as their minds grew hazy, and their breathing became labored. Alius''s face grew paler as he looked around. ''Damn it, what should we do now?'' *** Even in the hellish scenery before him, with the suffocating darkness that seemed to pierce the brain, Boras remained unshaken. ''Wow, now this guy can actually call himself a true necromancer.'' While others might have felt terror at the gruesome sight and the aura of darkness, he was different. ''It''s been a while, but I''ve missed this.'' This was a scene he had grown tired of in the past. It was a common necromantic barrier that Karnak often deployed to crush his enemies. Of course, unlike back then, this space was no longer an ally. But that didn''t matter. What was there to worry about when the Death King Karnak, who had mastered necromancy to the highest degree, was by his side? ''This is actually a good thing.'' If this necromancer was powerful enough, he must have consumed a lot of the darkness! ''If we''re lucky, we might get home right away.'' Boras glanced at Karnak expectantly. Karnak was scanning the surroundings with a stiff expression. Boras couldn''t help but be impressed. ''As expected, our young master''s acting skills are unmatched. Even I, who have served him for so long, almost believe he''s genuinely startled.'' That impeccable acting was truly something to admire. Putting on his own shocked expression, Boras secretly sent a magical message. [So, young master, what should we do now?] Soon, Karnak would analyze the flow of necromantic power, identify the barrier''s weakness, and give instructions. All Boras had to do was follow those directions and strike at the weak point. He waited confidently for the instructions... [Young master.] But there was no response from Karnak? [Young master?] Karnak was still just ''acting startled'' the entire time. [Why are you acting like you''ve never seen necromancy before?] Finally, a reply came. [I''ve never seen it before.] [What?] [I''m telling you, I''ve never seen anything like this!] [...What?] *** Karnak was sweating coldly. ''What the hell is going on here?'' The necromantic barrier that Shutraff had cast was at a remarkably high level. Even by the standards of his previous life, where necromancers were rare, this was comparable to that of a first-rate necromancer. Still, to Karnak, it was third-rate at best. From the perspective of the Death King, it was still insignificant. With just a bit of focus, he could clearly see the flow of the energy and the methods used. The problem was that he could see it all too clearly, but couldn''t actually do anything about it. ''Why is there divine power mixed in with the necromantic power?'' The current necromantic barrier wasn''t formed purely by dark energy. Within the flow of black magic, there was a complex intertwining of holy light. This fusion of divine power had turned what was otherwise a straightforward necromantic barrier into something he couldn''t break with his usual methods. ''Light and darkness have merged? How is that even possible?'' To put it in layman''s terms: The light was purifying the darkness. In such a state, the necromantic barrier should collapse on its own, without any intervention. After all, necromantic power and divine power could never coexist. But here they were, coexisting naturally. ''How is this even possible?'' It was so far beyond common sense that Karnak couldn''t even form a hypothesis. Moreover, this wasn''t the time to leisurely come up with theories. ''At this rate, there''s nothing I can do!'' Until now, Karnak had never struggled when dealing with necromancers. It wasn''t because his magic was stronger than theirs. Ever since his regression, Karnak had deliberately focused only on cultivating his chaos magic, avoiding developing his necromantic powers as much as possible. As a result, his necromantic power was extremely limited. In pure necromantic power alone, even those half-witted necromancers with their heads blown off would likely have ten times more than Karnak. Yet, he had always been able to defeat them easily because he could clearly identify their weaknesses. It was almost like foresight, allowing him to anticipate their moves and preemptively block any necromantic spells, effortlessly overpowering them. But now, that method is impossible... [Boras, stay alert.] He would have to face this enemy with nothing but his chaos magic and a small amount of necromantic power. [If we''re unlucky, we might die here.] Karnak swallowed hard. For the first time since returning to this era, he felt a sense of impending danger. Boras''s expression also hardened immediately. [Is it that serious?] He didn''t know all the details, but he was all too familiar with that look on Karnak''s face. [Well, I had a feeling things were going too smoothly.] *** "There''s no escape..." With the eerie voice, the darkened space began to shift. The bloody swamp writhed as dozens of tendrils shot up, slicing through the air. "Surrender your foolish souls to the darkness, sacrifices!" Riltein hastily prepared a wind spell. "Winds, become blades of decapitation! Wind Blade!" Serati also unleashed her aura blade. The wind blades and red aura slashed through the swamp, striking the tendrils. Pop! Pop! Pop! The advancing tendrils were severed and scattered in all directions. Riltein muttered in surprise. "Hey, did it work this time?" Earlier, neither their aura nor magic had any effect, but this time the attack seemed to land successfully. Just as Alius and his party started to show a glimmer of hope, Karnak''s cold voice cut in. "Don''t celebrate. It only worked because he let it." "What?" Serati, puzzled, caught sight of a strange scene. The severed tendrils began to morph simultaneously, each transforming into a towering dark giant, about 2 meters tall, emitting a disturbing noise. Goooh... Goooorrr... These were golems, necromantic constructs made of blood and darkness. The golems charged at the group all at once. Alius quickly cast a holy barrier. "Hatoba! Grant your servant protection!" A dome of holy light enveloped the group. The golden barrier pushed back the advancing golems for a moment. But it didn''t last long. Goooorrr! With a roar, the golems began hammering the barrier with relentless force. Bang! Bang! Boom! With each impact, a thunderous sound echoed, and the barrier started to warp. Alius groaned repeatedly. "Ugh! Ugh!" Every time the golems struck, the shock reverberated back, hitting him hard. It wasn''t just physical force; the punches were infused with dark energy. "It''s no use, Priest Alius." The mocking voice returned. "Your light is far too weak before the true darkness." His insides twisted as blood welled up. "Gah, ugh!" Alius staggered, coughing up blood. Riltein, focusing intently, shouted. "Hold on just a little longer!" The barrier could break at any moment. They needed to turn the tide with a powerful spell before that happened. As Riltein finished his incantation, he raised his wand high above his head. "Raging inferno that consumes all, Flame Strike!" This was the most powerful fire spell he could currently cast. A massive pillar of fire erupted, filling the entire hall and sweeping toward the golems. Kwooooom! Or so he thought. Just as the pillar of fire surged toward them, the golems opened their mouths. They spewed forth darkness, unleashing a deafening roar. Goooooh! S~ea??h the n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The inferno was engulfed by the darkness and extinguished completely. It wasn''t merely dispersed or shattered¡ªit was entirely obliterated. "Tsk, tsk. You shouldn''t go around setting fires in someone else''s house." With the sound of a tongue clicking, the barrier of light finally shattered. Boom! The golems surged forward, overwhelming the group. A massive dark hand gripped Alius by the throat. "Ugh! H-Hatoba..." He desperately tried to cast a holy spell, but it was useless. The darkness seeped into his entire body, suppressing his ability to summon divine power. A cheerful voice echoed through the hall. "Always secure the priest first." Riltein found himself in a similar situation. ''Damn it! I need to cast another spell...'' His mana was surging wildly after casting such a powerful spell. He needed just a moment to catch his breath and cast another spell, but that "moment" wasn''t given to him. Thud! One of the golems struck him down, stomping on him. Pinned under the golem''s foot, Riltein struggled. "Ugh, ugh..." Then, he went limp. The darkness had infiltrated his mind, rendering him unconscious. "Well, I have caught the high-ranking mage as well." Shutraff''s attention then turned to Serati. "So, that just leaves this young lady?" Of course, Karnak and Boras were still standing, but Shutraff didn''t care much about them. To him, they were just a regular knight who hadn''t even awakened his aura and a mid-rank mage of the 4th Circle. Compared to an aura user, they were insignificant sacrifices and thus lower on his priority list. Serati, however, was still holding on. "Hah, hah..." Even though her comrades had fallen one after another, she refused to give in to despair. She continued to swing her aura blade, targeting the golems. "Take this!" But it was no use. No matter how fiercely she slashed with her aura blade, it was blocked by the dark armor that enveloped the golems. Finally, she took a hit. A heavy fist struck her shoulder. Thud! Although the blow only glanced off her, the impact momentarily halted her movements. In that brief pause, a golem''s massive hand seized her by the throat. "D-Damn it!" In a desperate attempt, Serati tried to cut through the golem''s arm with her aura blade, but it was futile. The golem remained unscathed. "What a rich soul you have." The voice, now filled with satisfaction, echoed from the void. "You will make a truly splendid sacrifice." At that moment... Whoosh! Suddenly, an ordinary steel sword flew through the air, aiming for the golem''s forearm. With a loud metallic clang, the thick arm was severed cleanly. Clang! The severed arm lost its grip on Serati''s throat and fell away. Taking advantage of the opening, Boras quickly moved in, pulling Serati back to safety. "Are you alright, Miss Serati?" Serati''s eyes widened in disbelief. The dark armor that had withstood her powerful aura blade had been sliced through like straw by a simple steel sword. "H-How...?" [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 35 - 34: Lanfelt Mansion (4) Chapter 35: Chapter 34: Lanfelt Mansion (4) "Huh-up!" Letting out a sharp cry, Boras lunged at the golem in front of him with a body tackle. It might have seemed like a brute-force move at first glance, but it was actually a very refined wrestling technique, deeply digging in with his shoulder to unbalance the golem. No matter how tough the golem was, it still had a humanoid form, meaning its center of gravity was similar to that of a human. In an instant, the golem lost its balance, and its two feet lifted off the ground. Not missing the opportunity, Boras thrust his sword into the golem''s torso. "Eiit! Just break through already!" The steel blade forced its way through the dark armor. Black blood gushed out from the wound. "Did it work this time?" The massive body of the golem slowly began to collapse. Boras quickly withdrew and swung his sword left and right. The darkness clinging to the blade splattered in all directions. "Ha, taking down just one of these things is a real pain..." Serati was shocked as she watched the grumbling of a giant man. He had just taken down something that even she, an Aura User, couldn''t handle¡ªyet this knight, who hadn''t even awakened his battle aura, had done it? And it wasn''t as if Boras''s sword was some kind of powerful magic weapon either. It was a well- crafted but ordinary steel sword, with no special magic infused into it. "How did you do that?" "Uh, well..." Boras couldn''t finish his sentence. Goooo-! Other Golems were charging at him again. "Ugh!" Boras hastily resumed the battle. He dodged to the left to avoid an attacking golem, slashed at it, then quickly retrieved his sword and turned to strike at another one on the right. Clang! A loud metallic sound rang out as the golem, with its shoulder slashed, spurted black blood. On the other hand, another golem that took a blade to the abdomen remained unscathed. Serati realized something. ''So that''s it!'' Not the entire body of those golems was strong enough to withstand a battle aura-infused sword. There were spots here and there that were weak enough for even a normal slash to break through! She launched herself forward, targeting one of the golems with her battle aura-infused sword. ''This is its weak spot!'' The red aura struck the Golem''s shoulder¡ªthe same spot that Boras had aimed for. It was an amazing display of precision, accurately targeting the same area with just a single observation. ...But it didn''t work. Clang! Her battle aura-infused sword bounced off again. Feeling the tingling in her hand, Serati was bewildered. ''I definitely aimed for the exact same spot!'' Meanwhile, Boras was still relentlessly fighting the golems. He attacked and retreated in a flurry, slicing through the golems as he went. Some fell with each strike, while others continued to move as if nothing had happened. But there was no consistency in this process. One golem was brought down by a slash to the waist, while another one, hit in the leg, remained perfectly fine. It seemed logical to assume that the waist was a weak point, but that wasn''t always the case. One golem had its leg cut clean off, while another, struck in the waist, remained unaffected. Earlier, stabbing the chest had worked, but now the same strike to the chest was simply deflected. ''What is going on?'' Serati was utterly confused. ''Could it be that each golem has a different weak point?'' That seemed unlikely. If that were the case, it would mean that Boras was somehow identifying the unique weak points of each of these countless golems. ''How on earth is he doing that?'' *** Boras glanced at the panic-stricken Serati and inwardly clicked his tongue. ''How should I even explain this?'' As the second-in-command of Necropia and the top confidant of the Conquering King of the world, Boras had many subordinates of darkness at his disposal. Among them was a legion composed of Golems. Thanks to this, he knew their weaknesses well. Golems didn''t operate independently. They were powered only within a certain barrier, moving only by the force provided within it. Right now, the blood-soaked swamp surrounding them served as the medium injecting power into them. They were functioning by continuously receiving energy. ''This was always their flaw.'' During the process of magic infusion, there inevitably came moments where the flow would falter. When the magic flow was at its peak, they could even block the battle aura-infused swords of an Aura User. But when the flow faltered, even a normal sword could pierce through them. Of course, this didn''t mean that Golems were entirely useless. The gap in the flow didn''t always appear in the same place. The flow of energy changed with the movement of the golem, and so the gap in their defenses shifted accordingly. To exploit these weak points, one would need to analyze every single movement of the golem, memorize the ever-changing location of the gaps, and then strike at the precise moment in the correct spot. Only then could the golem''s weaknesses be effectively targeted. In the past, the only group capable of such a feat was the Imperial Knights, known as the strongest on the continent. Having fought countless battles against Karnak''s army, they had gained enough experience to pull off such crazy tactics. And Boras, who had endlessly fought against those Imperial Knights, could do the same. Had he not seen them bring down Golems countless times? Having dealt with them so frequently, he couldn''t help but memorize the movements and weak points of the Golems, whether he liked it or not. That knowledge was now keeping him alive. ''Who would''ve thought I''d find myself mimicking those Imperial Knight bastards I hated so much?'' Since this was a technique based entirely on experience, there was no way he could explain it to Serati. He didn''t have the leisure to explain it to her anyway, and even if he tried, it would probably just confuse her more and mess up her movements. Feeling her panicked gaze, Boras silently apologized. ''I''m sorry. Do your best to survive. If we''re lucky, we might be able to escape together.'' In truth, Boras wasn''t in a comfortable situation either. In his previous life, he had been the Death Knight Lord, but now, he was just a regular knight who hadn''t even awakened his battle aura. No matter how long he held out, he would eventually run out of stamina and be finished. If he wanted any chance of escaping, he had to rely on Karnak... ''What on earth is the Young Master doing?'' Panting heavily, Boras glanced at the former Death King. Since earlier, he had been dealing with the Golems using only chaos magic. ''Shouldn''t he start using necromancy by now? This isn''t the time to worry about hiding his identity, is it?'' *** A massive golem charged head-on. Goooooo! In a calm tone, Karnak recited the activation words. "Arcane Disc." A disc of mana flew forward, slicing through the golem''s leg with precision. The enormous figure staggered and crashed into the blood-soaked swamp. Boom! At the same time, a follow-up fire spell was cast. "Fire Blade." The heart of another golem was pierced by a blade of fire. Two of the advancing golems were swiftly neutralized. However, their numbers were still overwhelming. Despite their comrades being struck down, the golems kept mindlessly pressing forward. Goooooo! But Karnak wasn''t overwhelmed. "Wind Walk." Using wind magic, he glided smoothly to a more advantageous position. Without missing a beat, he unleashed another attack. "Mass Magic Arrow." Kwakwakwakwang! A volley of magic arrows flew out, aiming for the heads of the Golems. These creatures, which had withstood a 6th-circle fire spell, had their heads blown apart by mere 1st-circle basic magic arrows. Kwakwakwakwang! Karnak effortlessly felled the golems, using only spells of the 4th circle or lower. After all, if Boras could do it, there was no reason Karnak couldn''t. Even though the flow of darkness had been disrupted by the contamination of light, he could still clearly see the weak points. Naturally, identifying their vulnerabilities wasn''t difficult. The problem was that defeating these golems didn''t improve the situation. As he continued casting spells, Karnak grew increasingly anxious. ''Ah, this is troublesome...'' The Golems kept drawing power from the blood swamp. In other words, as long as the blood swamp remained intact, no matter how many golems were destroyed, they would just keep regenerating from within it. He needed to destroy the main source... ''...But it''s not working, is it?'' Contrary to Boras''s suspicion, Karnak had already been using necromancy. It simply hadn''t been visible on the surface. S~ea??h the Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Even during battle, he discreetly let necromantic power flow through his feet, attempting to infiltrate the blood swamp and wrest control away with his necromantic power. But he kept hitting obstacles. The cursed contaminated divine power was mixed with the necromantic power. Though Karnak, as the Death King, had managed to find gaps in the barrier''s structure, he couldn''t seize control of it. ''At this rate, we''re done for.'' Karnak''s expression grew increasingly grim. ''I need to find another way....'' *** In the damp, dark space beneath the Lanfelt Mansion. A black shadow loomed over the blood-red barrier. A grotesque figure of a middle-aged man, twisted by dark tendrils that writhed through his entire body ¡ªit was the fallen priest, Shutraff. "Mmm..." He was puzzled. ''What on earth did those guys do?'' In truth, he was just as bewildered as Serati. ''Why are the Golems falling so easily?'' Golems were monsters that even Alius, the powerful priest, and neither a 6th Circle mage nor an aura user could handle. Their power was exactly as described in the necromancy book. But why were those two, who were weaker than the others, handling them so easily? ''Does the Golem have some kind of weakness?'' He didn''t know. There was no mention of such a thing in the necromancy book he had read. Shutraff''s knowledge of necromancy came entirely from books stored by the Hatoba Church. Ironically, the place with the largest collection of necromancy books on the continent were the Churches of the Seven Goddesses. Knowing the enemy''s methods well was the best way to counter them. Every time they defeated necromancers, they stored the necromancy books the necromancers carried in the temple, just in case. As a high-ranking priest, Shutraff secretly stole and learned from a few necromancy books, and as a result, he was able to wield power of darkness nearly on par with top-tier necromancers. However, since his knowledge wasn''t built up steadily from the basics, it lacked depth. He could perform necromancy, but he didn''t understand the principles behind it. He just followed the book''s instructions: set up a barrier, recite the incantation, and then it would work ¡ªthis was all he knew. ''Those guys seem to know something I don''t...'' In any case, one thing was clear. The Golem was not very efficient. But it wasn''t much of a problem. ''I''ll just change my approach.'' The necromancy that he had mastered didn''t just include the summoning of Golems. There were plenty of dark beings that could be summoned using the Swamp of Blood. Shutraff began to draw upon his necromantic power. "It seems you were lucky enough to know how to deal with the Golem..." Dark energy began to flow through the tentacles and spread out through the stone walls. "Then how about this? Hehehe..." *** Just because Karnak and Boras were dealing with the Golems easily, it didn''t mean Serati''s situation improved. The golems weren''t just fighting them; they were still attacking her as well. Although she barely escaped the immediate danger, that was all¡ªSerati was still being pushed back. "Huff, huff...!" No matter how skilled an aura user was, their stamina wasn''t infinite. Especially when they were constantly using aura and expending energy in chunks like this. The intervals where her aura flow was disrupted became increasingly frequent. She had reached her limit. He anxiously looked back at Karnak. They were weaker than her, but at this very moment, they were her lifeline. "What... what should we do now?" As she urgently shouted, the situation changed abruptly once more. All the Golems collapsed simultaneously, returning to the Swamp of Blood. At the same time, a crimson wave surged from the center of the swamp, engulfing the group. Paaaaaat! Serati was swept up by the shockwave and thrown backward. There was no warning, leaving her no time to respond. "Ugh!" On the other hand, Karnak and Boras only staggered back a few steps but managed to hold their ground. As if anticipating this situation, Karnak had deployed a shield to deflect the shockwave. Boras had also moved to that position beforehand. "Truly fascinating fellows. I wonder where you acquired such knowledge." Shutraff''s mocking voice continued. "But aren''t you neglecting your companion a bit too much?" The recent shockwave had created a significant distance between Serati and Karnak''s group. From the Swamp of Blood, blue specters soared up and rushed toward the now-isolated Serati. Kyaaaaaah-! ''Damn it!'' Boras hurriedly tried to save her, but it was too late. The specters reached Serati first. As she fell, she forced herself to lift her sword and unleashed one final aura slash. "Take this!" As expected, the aura had no effect. Like illusions, the specters passed right through the crimson sword light and slashed at Serati with their claws. Slash! Both of her arms were severed. There was no blood. The cross-sections were charred black, emitting only a pungent smell. "Aaaaaaah!" Serati let out a desperate scream from the extreme pain. Shutraff''s satisfied voice echoed. "With this, we''ve secured an aura user as well." Just as the specters were about to snatch up the collapsing Serati. With a triumphant smile, Karnak swung both arms. "Finally showing a weakness, aren''t you, rookie necromancer!" An immense darkness erupted from his entire body. The wave of darkness engulfed the specters and dissolved them in an instant. "Kieeeeeeeek!" Simultaneously, the entire space began to tremble violently. Shutraff''s astonished voice resounded. "Necromantic power? So you were a necromancer too!" The shaking space collapsed with a series of explosive sounds. Boom! Kwang! Kwaaaaang! Beyond the collapsing space, the entrance of the mansion they had entered became clearly visible. Karnak''s exhilarated laughter followed. "It''s wide open! Hahaha!" [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 36 - 35: Lanfelt Mansion (5) Chapter 36: Chapter 35: Lanfelt Mansion (5) The space began to change. The blood swamp that had covered the hall, the tentacles of darkness, and the walls of flesh all crumbled, revealing their original forms. It was because the necromantic barrier had gone out of control. ''W-why is this suddenly not working?'' Shutraff grimaced in frustration. Judging by the circumstances, it was clear that this was the work of Karnak... But how? ''What did he do?!'' The barrier hadn''t shattered. It still exuded dark power exactly as he had conjured it. His necromantic power hadn''t been obstructed either. It was still flowing through the barrier as it should, perfectly in line with his will. He had followed the necromancy book precisely, without making a single mistake. Everything had been going smoothly. And then suddenly, it all stopped working. ''What on earth is going on?'' Karnak watched the collapsing necromantic space with a cold smile. ''You don''t understand, do you?'' Despite the barrier breaking down, there was no immediate reaction from Shutraff¡ªa clear sign of his utter confusion. ''Of course, you wouldn''t know.'' *** The mixed barrier of light and darkness had thrown Karnak into disarray. He had been trying to seize control of the barrier''s power the entire time but found it impossible to break through. To be honest, it was becoming quite frustrating. ''Seriously, is there still necromancy in this world that I don''t know about?'' What particularly grated on him was the fact that some priest had managed to wield a technique that even he, the former Death King, couldn''t comprehend. He could understand losing in terms of power since he had lost all his former abilities after being regressed. But when it came to knowledge and wisdom, he still prided himself on being the ultimate necromancer! Then, he suddenly realized something. Something was off. If that were the case, it would mean Shutraff was an ultimate necromancer¡ªa monster among monsters, possessing profound wisdom and knowledge even Karnak, the Death King who had conquered the world and brought down the Churches of the Seven Goddesses and the Dragon Emperor, couldn''t fathom. That guy? The one who arrogantly summoned golems and showed off like that? ''This...'' A reasonable doubt arose in Karnak''s mind. ''Does he not know either?'' He decided to change his approach, just in case. Instead of trying to seize control of the darkness and wrestle away its command, he would overlay his own necromantic barrier on top of it! Normally, this would be a foolish move. It would only add more power to the opponent. Anyone with even a basic understanding of necromancy could easily break through such a technique. In fact, it was hardly even a technique. But if this fusion of light and darkness wasn''t born from some profound magic, and if Shutraff himself didn''t know the reason behind it... ''Then that means he''s in the same position as me.'' The moment he changed his technique, confusion would ensue! *** As expected, Shutraff couldn''t manage the situation at all. No, it seemed he didn''t even realize that confusion had occurred in the first place. If he had noticed, he would have at least tried to contain the situation. In the end, the necromantic barrier completely ceased to function. Looking around at the first-floor hall of the manor, which had reverted to its original state, Karnak gave a bitter smile. ''So, you''re just another fool who''s only skimmed the surface.'' He was better than those who hadn''t even scratched the surface, but still, he didn''t truly know what the "real" experience was like. As a result, the necromantic barrier that had been suppressing them no longer existed. Karnak shouted, "Boras! Let''s get out of here!" Boras had been waiting for the command. "Yes, sir!" Just as he was about to dash toward the exit, Karnak, who had already started ahead, yelled at him. "Hey, you need to take the lady too! Are you planning to leave her behind?" That''s right. Serati was still lying unconscious, her arms gruesomely severed. "What?!" Boras was momentarily stunned. ''Is the young master actually concerned about someone else?'' At the same time, he felt a sense of shame. He had briefly worried about her but quickly forgot. Yet, Karnak had changed enough to care about someone else''s safety? ''Unbelievable! I always thought that no matter what, I was more human than that man!'' With deep self-reflection, Boras hurriedly ran over to Serati. "G-get away from me... you necromancer..." Even in her weakened state, she struggled to push him away. ''Ah, this lady saw the young master using necromancy, didn''t she?'' Her eyes, filled with hatred born of deep betrayal, glared at him. "How could you deceive us all this time... you vile..." Boras didn''t pay attention. ''It''s not like this is the first time I''ve gotten looks like this.'' Ignoring her resistance, he hoisted her onto his shoulder. At that, her entire body went limp. She had fainted from exhaustion. ''Well, at least she''s easier to carry now.'' He immediately ran through the exit to the front yard of the manor. Approaching Karnak, who was anxiously waiting, Boras spoke with admiration. "Young master, you''ve changed! You even made sure to save this lady." Karnak responded matter-of-factly. "Aura users have a high value as sacrifices. While we might just want to kill her, others will want to keep her alive. She can be used as a shield." Boras beamed with a grin. "I knew it." "...?" "As expected, you never fail to live up to expectations, young master." Boras still felt like he was a bit more human than Karnak. That made him happy. "Is this really the time for nonsense? Run!" "Yes, yes!" *** Two men burst out of the gaping entrance of the manor. Karnak led the way, with Boras following close behind, carrying Serati on his back. Shutraff ground his teeth as he watched them sprint across the garden. "Hmph! Do you think you can escape?" He still didn''t know what had happened. The necromantic barrier he had cast continued to ignore his commands. But that didn''t mean he had to cling to it. S§×arch* The Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "You might have a few tricks up your sleeve..." The power of darkness that Shutraff wielded was still immense. There was no need for him to rely on a malfunctioning barrier. He could simply discard it and cast a new one! "In the face of overwhelming power, tricks are useless!" With a thunderous roar, the barren landscape of the garden began to change. Whirr, whirr, whirr! The sky twisted into a chaotic vortex and turned a blood-red hue. The ground grew soft and spouted dozens of tendrils. Thorny vines sprouted, forming a massive wall that blocked the two from escaping. Karnak looked around and clicked his tongue. "His necromantic power is really overflowing. He must''ve consumed a ton of other necromancers." But it still wasn''t a big problem. Another necromantic barrier? He could just disrupt it again! "Huh!" Karnak spread his arms wide. Darkness surged and extended in all directions. Compared to the thick aura that had enveloped the garden, it was a faint shadow. Yet the result was astonishing. The newly formed necromantic barrier vanished. As if time had been reversed, the sky and the earth reverted to their original state. "Damn it, this isn''t working either?" Cursing, Shutraff switched tactics. Another necromantic barrier appeared, altering the world once more, only to crumble again. This cycle repeated over and over. Taking advantage of these moments, Karnak and Boras continued their desperate escape. As they ran, Boras suddenly asked, puzzled, "Is there really a need to keep running, young master?" From what he could see, Karnak now had the upper hand, able to shatter Shutraff''s techniques. "It seems like it''d be better to just turn back and finish him off." Karnak shook his head. "No." "Why not?" "Because he''s trying different things." "...What?" Boras tilted his head in confusion, not understanding. Just then, corpses began to rise from various spots in the garden. They were the soldiers of Lanfelt Manor, slain when Karnak and his group had stormed in. Now, they were being reanimated by Shutraff''s necromancy, and turned into zombies. "Ugh..." "Ughhh..." Groaning eerily, the horde of corpses began to shuffle across the ground. They weren''t ordinary zombies by any means. Shutraff had poured so much necromantic power into them that they had become monsters rivaling even high-level undead. Despite this, Boras wasn''t worried. ''They''ll just collapse on their own, like before.'' If all those sophisticated necromantic barriers were useless, what difference could these zombies make? He was wrong. "Prepare to fight, Boras." "Huh? Are you saying these ones won''t go down easily?" "Exactly." The more complex Shutraff''s necromantic barriers were, the easier they were to disrupt. The more intricate the spell, the more likely it was to create confusion. Conversely, simpler necromancy was harder to interfere with. "He probably didn''t plan it this way..." Karnak got into a battle stance, as if he had anticipated this all along. "When you try enough things, eventually something''s bound to work." *** ''This one''s working? But why?'' Though puzzled, Shutraff''s eyes gleamed with excitement. He didn''t know why, but this time his magic wasn''t being disrupted. He couldn''t let this opportunity slip by! "Go, my servants!" The zombies began to transform. Hideous fangs sprouted, and their nails elongated into beast-like claws. Their skeletal structure twisted grotesquely, and their muscles swelled unnaturally. "Tear them to shreds and offer their souls to me!" The cursed creatures, no longer recognizable as human or beast, let out agonized roars. "Raaagh!" Boras swung his sword at the oncoming horde of deformed zombies. "Take this!" Even with Serati slung over his shoulder, he wielded his sword with ease, showing no signs of struggle. He had plenty of experience fighting while carrying someone. ''I''ve lost count of how many times I had to fight while carrying the young master when he was exhausted!'' Luckily, in this life, Karnak''s body was in much better shape. He could cast spells while walking around on his own, with some energy to spare. "O pure light of destruction, Arcane Burst!" Karnak unleashed a barrage of destructive flashes, pushing back the advancing monsters before casting another spell. "Blades of darkness, protect your master¡ªDark Blade!" Black blades slashed through the approaching zombies one after another. Boras and Karnak fought fiercely against the oncoming zombie horde. It seemed like they would be overwhelmed at any moment, but somehow, they managed to hold their ground. It wasn''t just because they were experienced in fighting the undead. ''Are they really doing that?'' Whenever the situation became too dire, Karnak would subtly maneuver Serati, still slung over Boras''s shoulder, into the path of the zombies'' attacks. "Sorry about this, Miss Serati!" Since Serati was a precious aura user, a valuable sacrifice, the zombies were forced to halt their attacks each time she was used as a shield. Shutraff clicked his tongue in disbelief. "What kind of people are they?" Using a comrade as a meat shield! And not just any comrade, but a pitiable woman who had lost both her arms. Could those really be considered human? "Necromancers are truly despicable creatures!" It seemed he had already erased from his memory the fact that it was he who had put Serati in such a state. Self-justification wasn''t unique to necromancers, so it wasn''t particularly surprising. In any case, Karnak and Boras were fighting astonishingly well. Considering their abilities, their resourcefulness was extraordinary. "It''s just a cheap trick, though." No matter how clever they were, they were still just ordinary humans. Their necromantic power was feeble, their mana was low, and they hadn''t even awakened any battle aura. "I''ll put an end to this!" Shutraff focused his mind. From the depths of the manor, a massive surge of necromantic power burst forth, piercing through the garden''s sky. Boom! "Come forth, Demon of Gehenna!" A portal of darkness opened in the air, and a towering blood-red giant, nearly three meters tall, emerged. It was Maz-nun, a demon from the abyss with two black horns on its head, a grotesque appearance, and bulging muscles ready to burst. "Raaagh!" The demon roared, asserting its presence. "Contractor, state your desire!" Shutraff replied with arrogant confidence. "Kill the men and bring the woman to me!" Maz-nun was a fearsome demon, comparable to a Purple Knight, a warrior of the highest rank. No matter how skilled those two were in necromancy, they wouldn''t stand a chance against such overwhelming power! However, the demon''s response was unexpected. "Who?" "...What?" "Who exactly do you want me to kill?" Shutraff couldn''t understand why the demon was asking this. He stood there, baffled. "Have I been found out?" Karnak glanced at the demon with a sly smile. "Well, the demon was summoned too late. Of course, it won''t be fooled." ''Fooled? What does he mean by that?'' Shutraff''s gaze landed on Karnak, who was waving at him. "Thanks, you bumbling necromancer." At the same time, Karnak, Boras, and Serati began to blur. "You''re the first person I''ve ever met who falls so easily for illusions." In an instant, all three of them vanished completely. All that remained were the zombie horde and the demon, looking around in confusion. "Contractor, speak clearly! Who am I supposed to kill and who should I bring to you?" Shutraff''s jaw dropped. "...It was all an illusion?" Since when? Where? A roar filled with rage echoed through the manor''s underground. "Those bastards dared to deceive me!" [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 37 - 36: Night of the Dead (1) Chapter 37: Chapter 36: Night of the Dead (1) A dark night street, about two blocks away from the Lanfelt Mansion. Two men were running through a narrow alleyway. They were Baros, carrying Serati on his back, and Karnak. After hiding in the darkness of the alley, Baros peeked beyond the street. "We managed to buy ourselves enough time to escape. It''s a good thing that guy is genuinely naive." "I said that to get him angry, but it''s not just because he''s naive." Karnak smirked faintly as he looked toward the Lanfelt mansion. "Well, who told him to keep controlling things from a distance?" If the opponent had shown himself directly, no matter how skilled he was, he wouldn''t have been able to maintain the illusion for long. But Shutraff had only been using necromancy indirectly, hiding somewhere within the mansion. "It''s difficult to deceive a necromancer directly, but creating an illusion to fool a distant-view spell is not that hard." "If he doesn''t even know such basics, isn''t that naive?" "Being naive and being ignorant are different things. Then again, he was a cleric, so it''s to be expected, right? He didn''t even have the most basic skills, tsk tsk." As Karnak clicked his tongue, Baros asked him, "So, what do we do now?" "First, we need to find a place to hide." It was quiet for now, but this silence wouldn''t last long. Shutraff wouldn''t just sit still after losing track of Karnak''s group. Soon, he would unleash the Lanfelt family''s subordinates to search the entire city like a fine-tooth comb. They needed to find a hiding place before that happened. "And we need to plan our next steps..." Karnak pointed toward Baros''s shoulder, more specifically at Serati, who was still unconscious and slung over his shoulder. "We need to deal with this young lady too." *** Karnak''s prediction was accurate. The enraged Shutraff immediately mobilized the Lanfelt family to search every inch of Trist City. Lights flickered on across the city, and people began to move. "Hey, open up!" "Is there any suspicious outsider here?" The fact that it was the dead of night didn''t matter at all. Lanfelt''s thugs roamed the inns and alleys indiscriminately. In the process, many innocent people were unjustly dragged into the chaos. "What the¡ª We''re just ordinary merchants..." "What on earth is going on?" Even when the merchants from out of town, who had been dragged out of their beds, protested fiercely, no one paid any attention. Blood flowed and cries of pain echoed all around. "Aaah!" "Oh no, I''m asking you, who are you looking for?" "Shut up and come with us! We''ve been ordered to round up every suspicious person!" Among them, there were quite a few who resisted violently. After all, these were outsiders who had come to this infamous city of crime by their own choice. Ordinary citizens wouldn''t even think of coming to such a place. "You think you can push us around?" "You think we don''t have weapons?" All around, bloodshed ensued, and the uproar continued. It had been about an hour since the once quiet night in Trist was turned upside down. But no matter how much they searched, the search parties couldn''t find their target. "Where the hell are these bastards hiding?" "There''s no way outsiders wouldn''t stand out in this city." Someone voiced their doubt. "You don''t think they managed to escape the city, do you?" And they were immediately shot down. "No way. We''ve deployed too many people for that." Even though this was a lawless city, it was once a fortress of a kingdom. With enough manpower, it was possible to have an impenetrable defense. "But considering they were bold enough to attack the mansion directly, they might have forced their way out..." "We haven''t received any reports of that." If a battle had taken place, there would have been some trace¡ªeither an uproar or corpses. Yet, all the guards stationed at the city boundaries remained in their positions without any incident. "...Then where the hell are they?" *** Serati slowly began to regain consciousness. "Ugh..." Voices could be heard from her hazy consciousness. "Returning to the Pulad estate would be dangerous, wouldn''t it, young master?" "That''s likely. In this situation, the first place they''d go would be their enemies. They''ve probably already sent a large number of people there." "Ugh, I left all my stuff there; I''ll have to retrieve it later." "I never expected things to turn out like this. I thought I''d avoid being chased and having to hide in this lifetime." "It seems it''s just our fate to live this way." The voices belonged to Karnak and Baros. Serati''s heart skipped a beat in alarm. ''Them!'' She suddenly became fully alert. She had seen it clearly: the energy of darkness rising from Karnak''s entire body. She needed to get away immediately. She tried to get up. "Ugh!" A sharp pain surged through her, and a faint groan escaped her lips. Hearing the sound, Karnak approached her. "You''ve woken up, Miss Serati. How are you feeling?" "...Are you really concerned about my well-being, you filthy necromancer?" Her icy response made Karnak scratch his head awkwardly. "Ah, I can''t blame you for thinking that..." It was unexpected. She thought he would reveal his true colors now that his identity was exposed, but he still wore a kind expression. Who could suspect that this gentle-looking man was an evil necromancer? ''Come to think of it, why did he keep me alive?'' Despite her confusion, Serati decided to assess the situation first. "Where are we?" "We''re in a forest on the southern outskirts of Trist City. It''s safer outside the city." "How did you manage to slip through the perimeter? They wouldn''t have let you go easily." "I''ve had a fair amount of experience with this sort of thing." The Lanfelt family undoubtedly had Trist City under a tight lockdown. Even powerful adventurers or mages would find it difficult to sneak past such a well-established perimeter. But necromancers are different. Necromancy specializes in mind control, memory distortion, and illusions. What might be impossible for a mage can be easily done by a necromancer. Think the guards are on high alert? Just knock them out in one blow and then manipulate their memories¡ªit''s the perfect crime. Alternatively, you could hypnotize or brainwash them from the start. This is precisely why necromancers are notoriously difficult to capture. Necromancy is inherently suited for evasion and concealment. Moreover, Karnak and Baros had been in similar situations dozens of times in their previous lives. They had operated covertly for months in the imperial capital, the most heavily policed city on the continent. Compared to that, this rural city was nothing. "We just needed some time to figure out how to deal with Miss Serati, so we temporarily withdrew." Karnak''s tone was calm, but the content was anything but. ''Deal with me?'' Her face paled. Karnak, noticing this, continued with an awkward smile. "Perhaps ''deal with'' isn''t the best way to put it? But you know my secret; I can''t just leave you alone." "...Are you planning to kill me?" Even as she said it, Serati didn''t think that was the case. If they intended to kill her, they wouldn''t have gone through the trouble of carrying her all the way here. Indeed, Karnak shook his head. "I have no such intention. Despite how it may seem, I''m trying to live without committing any crimes." "Hmph, and you''re a necromancer?" "I ended up learning necromancy by circumstance, but I don''t particularly like it. In fact, I try to avoid using necromancy as much as possible..." Karnak subtly summoned a faint mana. "...and I''ve been focusing solely on the path of a mage." As an aura user, Serati could accurately sense the nature of the energy being emitted. The power Karnak displayed was undoubtedly mana. It wasn''t necromantic power. ''True, he''s used magic several times, but no one noticed.'' Not just her, but even Riltein, a mage, and Alius, a priest, hadn''t noticed anything either, so it certainly wasn''t the power of darkness. ''Could he be telling the truth?'' Yet, something still didn''t sit right with her. "Aren''t necromancy and magic incompatible?" "Normally, yes. But this is my unique method. I really don''t want to delve into necromancy any more than necessary." Upon reflection, even Shutraff, a former priest, used necromancy. So it wasn''t entirely implausible. Serati began to waver. Could it be that Karnak had no choice but to learn necromancy and was now solely pursuing the path of a mage? "If that''s the case, why don''t you completely abandon necromancy?" Karnak chuckled slightly at this. "Miss Serati, let me ask you the opposite. Could you give up your aura?" "Huh?" "I''m asking if you could give up the battle aura you''ve trained in." "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I give up the aura I''ve already trained in...?" "Yes, and that''s exactly why I can''t give up necromantic power." Serati was at a loss for words. As someone who also wielded aura, she understood immediately. Indeed, once you''ve mastered a particular power, giving it up becomes impossible. "Alright, let''s accept that for now..." Serati sighed and asked, "If you''re not going to kill me, then what do you plan to do with me?" "I''m going to erase a part of your memory. Just the moments when I used necromancy." Her expression hardened. Erase a person''s memory? Could necromancy really do that? "It''s not a big deal. I''m sure you''ve experienced something similar at least once before." "That''s nonsense! There''s no way losing memories like that is common!" "Never blacked out from drinking?" Once again, Serati was struck speechless. To be honest, who hasn''t? In fact, it wasn''t just once or twice¡ªthere were quite a few instances. She did enjoy drinking, after all. "There won''t be any issues. After all, you passed out during the battle, didn''t you? It''ll just seem like you lost consciousness a few minutes earlier." She felt a wave of confusion. It was a surprisingly generous offer. Not something one would expect from an evil necromancer. "...Why are you going to such lengths? Are you trying to win me over?" Karnak, noticing her slight softening, made a vague expression. "It''s a bit awkward to say this, but..." At the same time, he glanced at her shoulder. "The truth is, there''s no real need to win you over right now. You wouldn''t be much help." For a moment, she didn''t understand. An aura user not being helpful? Why? Without thinking, she followed his gaze. He was looking at her shoulder. Naturally, she saw her elbows. But there were no arms. What she saw was a charred, blackened stump where her arms had been severed... A groan escaped her, as if her very soul were crumbling. "Aah..." *** The realization that she had been too numb to notice hit her like a wave. ''That''s right, I lost my arms...'' Both arms were gone. She could no longer hold a sword. No tears came. Her body just trembled uncontrollably. Sure, with proper recovery, she might be able to use her aura again. But the swordsmanship she had honed over a lifetime was now useless. No, the sword wasn''t the issue. Without arms, she couldn''t hold anything. Even the most basic daily activities were impossible. She wouldn''t even be able to clean herself after using the toilet. A young woman in her prime, unable to maintain even the slightest dignity. "Aah..." All she could see was darkness. In the midst of her despair, Karnak''s voice reached her ears, offering what felt like hollow comfort. "My condolences, Miss Serati. You truly were a talented aura user." To her, it was just an empty echo. "...Just kill me." She muttered desolately. "Erase my memory? There''s no need. Just kill me here and now..." Baros, filled with pity, cautiously asked, "Is there really no other way, young master? Perhaps if we found a powerful cleric to heal her...?" "If the limbs are severed, it''s impossible. You know that, right? No matter how powerful the magic or holy spells are, they can''t restore lost limbs. It''s an act against the natural order." "True, it''s different from necromancy." Baros sighed deeply. "Different from necromancy?" Serati, lost in despair, suddenly lifted her head. "Wait! Does that mean necromancy... necromancy could restore my arms?" Karnak blinked a few times before replying in a low voice. "It could, but..." He scratched his cheek, looking uncomfortable. S§×ar?h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "I wouldn''t recommend it." "Why not?" "Because it would require turning you into one of my subjects. You wouldn''t want to become the subordinate of an evil necromancer, would you?" [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 38 - 37: Night of Dead (2) Chapter 38: Chapter 37: Night of Dead (2) A powerful necromancer can subdue a human soul through a contract of subordination, turning it into a subject and using it like a slave. The story of an adventurer captured by a necromancer, who after extreme torture falls into darkness and becomes evil, is a common theme in various tales. Naturally, Serati was horrified. "Become a necromancer''s subject?" It was something that could never happen. It was absolutely unacceptable. ''But...'' It was hard to outright refuse when her arms felt so empty. The future ahead also seemed too bleak. Could falling into darkness and becoming evil really be worse than living a miserable life without her arms? Serati stammered as she asked, "If... if I really became your subject... would I be able to get my lost arms back?" After hesitating for a moment, Karnak replied, "Yes." In truth, even for necromancy, regenerating severed limbs was no easy task. It wasn''t that the method was particularly difficult, but rather that there had never been a need to develop such techniques. The issue could be easily resolved by grafting parts from another corpse or simply growing arms of darkness. Why would an evil necromancer go out of their way to consider the well-being of their subject and take the harder path? However, Karnak did have the ability to fully restore Serati''s severed arms. Even with his currently limited necromantic power, it was possible. After all, his subject, Boras, was constantly losing limbs. Though his tone was often rude, Karnak had learned that Boras was the only one he could truly trust. He had once been so dedicated to perfecting the regeneration spell because he couldn''t bear to see his precious servant disabled. It was a spell that had become irrelevant once he turned Boras into a Death Knight. "It is possible. It''s just that..." Serati grew anxious at Karnak''s reluctant attitude and asked nervously, "Then what''s the problem?" "I just don''t want to do it. I told you, didn''t I? I''m trying to distance myself from necromancy as much as possible." Karnak genuinely intended to erase only her memories and then let her go. Turning Serati into his subject? Although she was an aura user and a beauty, which would certainly make her useful, it wasn''t an appealing option for him right now. ''That would be like living as I used to.'' If he had sought power, he wouldn''t have bothered developing chaos magic. He would have just continued to strengthen his necromantic abilities. "T-That''s..." Serati was taken aback. This was not the response she had expected. In truth, she harbored some doubts within. Was he deliberately tempting her to make her his slave? As Karnak watched her in her confused state, he suddenly sent out a magical message. [Hey, Boras.] [Yes, young master?] [You did this on purpose, didn''t you?] Boras was well aware that once a part of the body is completely lost, it cannot be healed even by a cleric''s holy spells. Even so, he had deliberately led the conversation to imply that necromancy could heal her. [Why did you do that?] [I felt sorry for the young lady. I know exactly how she feels since I''ve had my limbs severed in the past too.] Although he had brushed it off casually back then, thinking his young master would simply restore them later, Boras still vividly remembered the despair he felt when he first lost his arm. S~ea??h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. [I just wanted to help her if possible. It''s not that difficult for you, is it, young master?] Boras suddenly felt a bit uneasy. Upon reflection, he realized Karnak was no longer the same Death King he once was. [Is it difficult now?] [It''s not as easy as before, but I can manage it for one person. But are you sure I should really make this young lady my subject?] Forcing a contract by exploiting a young beauty''s vulnerability, turning her soul into a slave, and manipulating her at will. [This sounds like something a truly despicable villain would do, doesn''t it?] [So, you were aware that you were a truly despicable villain? That''s unexpected.] [That''s why I''m trying my best to live a good life now, isn''t it?] No matter how he thought about it, it was a gray area. [Is this a bad deed or a good one?] Boras gave a clear answer. [Just do what Miss Serati wants.] Explain the situation properly and let her make the choice. Then, the consequences would be entirely her own responsibility. [This way, it wouldn''t be the same as before, right?] [Indeed!] His mind became clear. Feeling more at ease, Karnak called out to her in a gentle voice. "Miss Serati." "Y-Yes?" Without thinking, her tone had shifted to a more respectful one. It was a sign that her resolve had already weakened. "No matter how much I avoid necromancy, I can''t just leave you in your current state." "T-Then?" "You decide, Miss Serati. I''ll do whatever you want." Would she continue living with the disability, having lost part of her memory and both arms? Or would she regain her complete body, but live as Karnak''s subject? Serati couldn''t answer. It wasn''t an easy choice to make. Of course, she desperately wanted to reclaim her lost arms, no matter the cost, but... "What do I have to do to become your subject? Do I have to sell my soul?" Karnak chuckled softly. "That''s something you do when you make a pact with a demon from hell to gain power. I''m not bestowing any kind of power on you, am I?" Serati was puzzled, not understanding why Karnak was chuckling. Was this some kind of joke among necromancers? "So then, will my soul be tainted by darkness?" "Not really. Just like how a wound healed by a holy spell doesn''t always shine with divine light, necromancy works the same way. Once the regeneration is complete, it''s simply your arm and your soul. There''s no particular taint of darkness." In fact, it would be troublesome if there were a taint of darkness. "If my subject starts emitting a dark aura, wouldn''t that reveal my identity as well? If such an aura appears, I''d have to work to get rid of it." Serati was confused. This didn''t seem to match what she had heard. Wasn''t becoming a necromancer''s servant supposed to turn you into a demon, hungry for blood and slaughter? "Then... what happens to me if I become your subject?" "Your soul would be subordinated to me," Karnak explained. "To be precise, your soul''s structure would be fully revealed. This is necessary so I can see the structure of your soul and regenerate your arms." Additionally, a few restrictions would be imposed. "If you betray me, you''ll face the penalty of death. That includes revealing my identity to others or raising a weapon against me." "And I have to obey your orders unconditionally?" "It''s possible, but I won''t do that." "Why not?" "Because it would require me to manipulate your mind. In that case, your ability to handle aura would greatly diminish. There''s no reason for me to weaken my subject''s abilities." Unconditional obedience isn''t always a good thing. For example, if Karnak, in a fit of anger, shouted at Serati to ''go die!'' And if she really went out and killed herself? He would lose a highly skilled aura user for nothing. "So other necromancers don''t tamper with their subjects'' minds halfway. They either turn them into puppets with no will of their own, or they impose restrictions while leaving their free will intact." Serati was increasingly swayed. After listening, it didn''t seem like the conditions were as bad as she had feared. Of course, this was assuming Karnak was telling the truth. ''Isn''t this no different from a knight simply swearing allegiance?'' Although, it was a much worse situation than that. Karnak would hold her life in his hands. But wasn''t the comparison really between her two arms? Would it be an unfair contract to serve a potentially dangerous lord in exchange for getting her arms back? "The choice is yours, Miss Serati." His gentle voice reached her as she agonized over the decision. "The restriction of your freedom or the return of your lost arms and your future as a swordswoman." It was a soft and warm voice, yet it pierced her heart deeply. "Only you can weigh which is more precious." As Karnak finished speaking, he felt a sense of satisfaction. He had explained everything kindly, made sure she understood, and even gave her the choice. He hadn''t forced anything. ''Wow, I guess I really have become much more human?'' Watching from the side, Boras had a peculiar expression. Karnak was indeed trying to be kind, making an effort to live as humanely as possible while offering Serati a choice... ''Why does it still feel like a demon seducing an innocent maiden? Is it just my imagination?'' In the end, Serati made her decision. "Please make me your subject, Lord Karnak." *** The contract of subordination is an immensely complex and high-level spell. For an ordinary necromancer, it would take at least half a day of preparation, followed by an extended period of ritual execution before the contract could be sealed. However, for Karnak, who was once the Death King, the time it took to enjoy a cup of tea was sufficient. "In the name of Karnak Jestarad, Lord of Darkness, I ask you: Serati Allen, will you become my subject?" "Yes." "Then open your mind and accept the contract." Karnak placed his palm on Serati''s head as she knelt before him. The mana of darkness traveled from the top of her head, piercing through her entire body. ''Gasp!'' For a moment, she almost activated her aura in resistance. She would have, had she not heard the voice that followed. "By doing so, you shall regain what you have lost." Serati withdrew all of her aura and willingly accepted Karnak''s darkness. At that moment, she felt an intense pain radiating from her severed arms. "Guh! Ugh!" A groan escaped her lips as her eyes widened with the change. The charred scabs on her arms began to peel away, revealing new arms growing underneath. To be honest, it wasn''t a pleasant sight. Unlike the dazzling light that accompanies the healing of holy spells, necromantic regeneration was grotesque¡ªbones sprouting, crimson muscles covering them, and tendons and blood vessels forming. It was a truly horrific and gruesome process to witness. Yet, Serati was overwhelmed with joy. "Ah, ahhh..." Her arms. The arms she had lost were growing back. Even the pain was a sweet sensation as she watched them regenerate. Karnak withdrew his hand from her head. "Serati Allen, from this moment on, you are my subject." Without realizing it, she began to speak formally. "Yes, my lord..." And with that, she collapsed. As Boras supported the fainted Serati, he smiled faintly. "This brings back memories. I also passed out like this." "Does it hurt that much?" "It feels like your entire body is being torn apart. That''s why this couldn''t be used during battle, remember?" "True, I did envy the healing spells of clerics." Boras suddenly tilted his head, puzzled. "Wait, I''m no longer your subject, am I?" "No, you''re not." By regressing through time, all past events had been undone. Naturally, the contract of subordination with Boras had also ceased to exist. "So that''s why you could make Serati your subject? With my current power, I can only manage one subject at a time." "Does that mean if I lose a limb now, I can''t regenerate it?" Boras shuddered, realizing that his attempt to be kind might have just dug his own grave. Karnak replied casually, as if it were nothing. "Why wouldn''t you be able to? I can still do it." "How?" "I''d just have to break the contract with Serati and make you my subject again." "...If the contract of subordination is broken, Serati will die on the spot, won''t she?" "That can''t be helped. I can''t turn you into a cripple just to keep her alive." "Wow, that''s... very considerate of you, I suppose..." Boras stared intently at the unconscious Serati. "I''d better take good care of myself. This girl''s life is tied to my limbs now." Had she been awake to hear this conversation, she might have regretted her decision bitterly. In any case, it was time to start planning their next move. Boras asked, "So, what will you do now?" "I''ve been thinking about that." Karnak currently had two options. The first was to prepare for a counterattack and rescue Alius and Riltein. The second was to abandon them and flee from Trist City. "To live like a decent human being, the first option is the obvious choice." The problem was that chaos magic alone wasn''t enough to take on Shutraff. He would have to use necromancy. Only then would he stand a chance. "Why is that an issue? You''ve used necromancy when no one was watching so far." "Because there are too many eyes on me this time." Shutraff''s necromantic power was formidable. To face him, Karnak would need more than just subtle, secretive use of his power. "I''ll have to use necromancy on a large scale, in full force, and that feels too much like going back to my old ways." Rescue his comrades by reverting to being an evil necromancer and turning the city into hell. Or abandon them and flee, refusing to touch that dark power. "Which is the right thing to do?" "Yeah, it''s really confusing." They spent a long time pondering the situation, but a clear answer eluded them. Finally, Boras reached a similar conclusion as before. "Let''s ask Miss Serati when she wakes up." "Huh?" "She''s a proper human, unlike us. Maybe she''ll come to the right conclusion." "That''s true! Hey, Boras, you''re getting smarter by the day!" [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 39 - 38: Night of Dead (3) Chapter 39: Chapter 38: Night of Dead (3) Serati, regaining her composure, steeled herself once again. Now, she had become a subject of the necromancer. She was in a position where she had to obey any wicked command given to her. What kind of command would Karnak give to the one now bound to him? The first command, to be honest, was a bit bewildering. "...What?" "Choose, Serati. Which one is the right choice?" Was it because she had become his subject? Karnak''s speech had become more polite. Serati, hesitating, quietly asked again. "Isn''t it obvious that we should save Mr. Alius and Mr. Riltein?" Why was this even a question? Could he actually be considering abandoning them? "Does that mean you''re willing to use evil methods if it''s to save your comrades?" "It''s not an ideal choice, of course. But we can''t just abandon our comrades when there''s a way to save them, can we?" After all, Serati had accepted necromancy to regain her arms. She wasn''t so rigid that she would shudder at anything evil. She was someone who could make compromises with the world to some extent. "I understand that you''re hesitant to reveal your identity as a necromancer because it might put you in danger, Lord Karnak. But isn''t saving our comrades still the right thing to do, even at such a risk?" Karnak and Baros nodded as if they had come to a realization. "I see." "So you''re saying that if the goal is righteous, it''s okay to use evil methods." "You''re saying it''s fine to do bad things for a good cause? Well then, we''ve been living rightly." "Indeed." Serati was flustered. "No, I didn''t mean it like that..." But it seemed the two had already reached their own conclusion. As Karnak got up, he spoke energetically. "Alright, it''s been a while since I''ve really used necromancy." "A lot of people will die, but it''s all to save our comrades." "Since they''re bad people anyway, it''s probably fine if a few of them die, right?" "Exactly. Makes it easier, doesn''t it?" Serati stammered. "Ah, no, that''s not...." What is this feeling? They were now able to save their captured comrades, Alius and Riltein. It''s a good thing. It''s definitely a good outcome. ''But why does it feel like I have done something irreversible?'' *** A powerful necromancer who controls an entire city is holed up in his hideout, making all sorts of preparations. How do you deal with an enemy like that? In his prime, Karnak would have first created a massive undead army with his vast power, then swept through the city. He would have gradually broken down the enemy''s defenses and, in the end, taken their head. "But now, with my necromantic power so weak, I can''t do that." Karnak pondered as he compared his own power to that of Shutraff. The gap between them was enormous. Even though he still held the lofty rank of the Death King, the situation seemed almost hopeless. They say that with a lever, you can move a weight ten times your strength, but you still need at least that one unit of strength. Staring at the city of Trist, shrouded in darkness, Karnak muttered to himself. "I guess I''ll have to gather some evil energy from around here for now." Baros asked. "Is there enough evil energy around here? This isn''t a cemetery or a battlefield." "It''s a funny thing, but yes, there is." This city of sin was dangerous enough to be called a hell on earth. People were dying every day, and violence was rampant. The entire city was already a massive graveyard and a blood-soaked battlefield. "Wow, is it really that bad? This place is no place for living." "Exactly. How do people even live here?" For such words to come out of the mouths of the former Death King and the Death Knight Lord, one can only imagine how dire the situation in Trist City really was. Serati nodded as well. ''Indeed, even for a necromancer, the evil in this place seems overwhelming.'' However, she found the next part of the conversation a bit confusing. "Humans really do have an incredible will to survive." "That''s right. That''s why we had such a hard time." "...?" Why was that something to admire? She couldn''t understand at all. Even so, their conversation continued. "So, can you gather enough necromantic power to face him, young master?" "It''s only a temporary measure, so it won''t be nearly enough, but I think I can scrape together just enough to meet the minimum requirement." "And what will you do after that? There aren''t any usable corpses to create an undead army." It was true that Trist City was teeming with vengeful spirits of those who had died unjustly. However, there were surprisingly few buried bodies. A river flowed right next to the city. It was easier just to dump the bodies into the water. Why bother digging a grave and burying them when they could just feed the fish? "But relying solely on evil spirits to form an army would consume too much necromantic power. I''m not in a position to waste my energy like that." They still needed corpses. And preferably, fresh ones. "There''s no other way. I guess we''ll have to revert to our old methods this time." "Exactly. I tried not to live like I used to, but in this situation, there''s no choice." "It shouldn''t be a big problem, right? Miss Serati said it was fine." "She did say that it''s okay to do a little bad if it''s to save our comrades." The two men grinned at Serati as if she were someone they could truly rely on. She wore a bewildered expression. ''I never said it to that extent....'' But she couldn''t argue back. If she did, they might actually abandon Alius and Riltein and run away. One wouldn''t think they''d do that, being human, but somehow, these guys gave off a vibe that made it seem possible. "Alright, the plan is more or less set." Karnak smiled broadly, wiggling his fingers. He seemed quite excited, likely because he was returning to his old line of work after a long time. "First, we need to create a large number of corpses." Serati cautiously asked, "Are we going to start killing Lanfelt''s men one by one now?" She hoped they wouldn''t kill innocent citizens as well. Her question carried that hope, but Karnak waved his hand dismissively. "There''s no need for you to get involved, Serati." A satisfied grin spread across his face. "This city takes care of its own security, doesn''t it?" *** A night street in the southern part of Trist City. Two rough-looking men were sitting carelessly on the street, taking a break. They were underlings of the Lanfelt family, who had been scouring the city all night. One of them, H¨¦rold, grumbled. "Ah, seriously, what are we even doing out here in the middle of the night?" His legs hurt, and he was exhausted. The thought that the higher-ups who ordered them around were probably sleeping comfortably made him even angrier. "Hey, Riemann! Pass me the bottle!" The man called Riemann responded gruffly. "Why didn''t you bring your own bottle?" "What? Got a problem with that? If you''re upset, you should''ve won." "Ugh..." Riemann ground his teeth as he looked at his arrogant companion. But there was nothing he could do about it. Right now, he was just H¨¦rold''s subordinate. Riemann had originally been a member of the Krell family, which had been hostile to the Lanfelt family. After his family was crushed, he had no choice but to take refuge with the Lanfelt side. It was an incredibly bitter feeling to have to work under someone he used to fight against. Of course, H¨¦rold didn''t care at all. ''Hmph! What can he do? Is he going to challenge me now?'' The Lanfelt family had taken control of the city, so H¨¦rold''s power and influence had grown significantly. Just look at Riemann, who used to be in a higher position than him, now groveling beneath him like this. As the awkward atmosphere lingered, H¨¦rold suddenly heard a quiet voice in his ear. "You''ve shown your back." At the same time, a blade grazed his shoulder. It was Riemann''s sword, stabbing H¨¦rold. Startled, H¨¦rold drew his own sword. "You bastard!" The wound wasn''t very deep. But seeing his own blood made him lose it. "I knew it! I knew you''d show your true colors eventually!" H¨¦rold began swinging his sword wildly. Riemann, panicking, backed away. "Huh? No, this isn''t what it looks like..." Even Riemann himself couldn''t understand what had just happened. He had just been standing there blankly when an invisible force nudged the tip of his sword. But to cause such a commotion over a wound that wasn''t even that deep? "Damn it! I don''t care anymore!" It was clear that reasoning wasn''t going to work. And to be honest, this was someone he had always wanted to stab anyway. Clang! Clang! Clang! The sound of clashing swords rang out loudly in the dark street. Unusual skirmishes were breaking out all over the city. Pairs of Lanfelt''s men, who had been searching the city in groups of two or three, were suddenly turning on each other. "You bastard! So you were planning to stab me in the back all along!" "W-What are you talking about?" "Who do you think will go down first?" "You''re just using this as an excuse to get rid of me!" The late-night mission of scouring the city without any sleep was grueling. As is often the case with such unpleasant tasks, those with higher status tend to avoid them. Most of the forces currently searching the city were either low-ranking members of the Lanfelt organization or outsiders who had joined after their own families had fallen. Since these were people who had once fought each other to the death, there was no camaraderie to be found. Even the slightest misunderstanding could ignite a deadly confrontation. Screams were inevitable. "Aaahhh!" "Gah!" Karnak, hiding in the shadows of an alley and observing the situation, smirked. "It''s working perfectly." Serati, hiding alongside him, was incredulous. "My gosh, they''re drawing their swords so easily, even when their lives are on the line?" "If this were a normal city, you''d be right, Serati." But this was Trist City, where the city''s security was self-sustaining. "We''ve seen with our own eyes how quick they are to draw swords over the smallest things. For them, this isn''t even an unusual situation." Karnak hadn''t used much power to sow discord among them. He didn''t have the necromantic power to spare, and there was no need for it. "When the kindling is piled up like a mountain, you don''t need to use a fireball. Just one spark is enough to set it ablaze." All it took was a tiny nudge with his magic to move the tip of a sword slightly. Then, he left a brief whisper in their ears. ''Only two left?'' ''Revenge!'' ''Now''s your chance.'' That was all it took. With just this small push, those who were already filled with mistrust were quick to draw their swords and just as quick to die. "Aaahhh!" "Gah, you... bastard..." "Aaaah!" Serati shuddered, horrified by what she was witnessing. ''My god...'' It wasn''t an especially complex method. Just a minor whisper, a tiny misunderstanding sown, and that was enough. ''And yet, dozens of people are dying...'' But deep down, she also breathed a sigh of relief. Karnak''s methods were targeting only the Lanfelt family''s members. No harm was coming to the ordinary citizens. S§×arch* The N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. ''Does that mean... he''s not entirely evil?'' On the other hand, Baros looked rather dissatisfied. "There aren''t enough bodies." Dozens of people had died across the city. In a city this large, only a few dozen. "How are we supposed to make an undead army with this?" Even in a city as depraved as this one, not everyone fell for such simple tricks. In truth, more people resisted the influence than those who succumbed. "It''s magic!" "A mage is trying to deceive us!" Those who figured it out regained their senses and began searching the area. Moreover, not all the search parties were in pairs or small groups. Many were moving in larger groups of ten or more. This method wouldn''t work against them at all. "What are you going to do about them?" Karnak remained unfazed. "Did you really think this was all I had planned?" This was just the first stage, sowing the seeds. "There''s always a way." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 40 - 39: Night of Dead (4) Chapter 40: Chapter 39: Night of Dead (4) Five grim-faced men were watching the scene before them with confusion. "What is this?" "Why are these guys dead here?" They were also low-ranking members of the Lanfelt organization. While searching the streets with their comrades, they discovered the bodies of those who had been searching another area. "This doesn''t look like it was an enemy attack...." It appeared that they had killed each other. Having lived in a city where mutual killings were common, they could tell at a glance. But in this situation, there was no reason for them to kill each other. "Could it be that a mage manipulated the scene?" "If that''s the case...." "That means...." "Does it mean there''s someone out there targeting us right now?" At that moment, as the members of the organization stared at the fog with their backs turned to the corpses, two blood-soaked bodies rose behind them. "Uugh..." Before the Lanfelt members could even turn around, the sword held by one of the corpses was thrust deep into one man''s chest. "G-gack!" A life was snuffed out far too easily. Seeing their fallen comrade bleeding, the organization members screamed in terror. "Uaaaah!" "The, the corpses are moving!" "It''s necromancy!" The blood-soaked corpses swung their swords and attacked. The men were horrified and fought back desperately. "Damn it! A mage, huh?" "Damn those higher-ups!" "They should have warned us about something this important!" The brawl continued with stabbing, slashing, and blood splattering. A sword was embedded in the torso of a corpse. "Uuugh..." It was useless. The dead did not die again. They kept pushing forward, stabbing relentlessly. A sword was thrust into one man''s torso. "Kugh!" A scream erupted. The living lost their vitality and fell like puppets. The battle between the lifeless corpses, who felt neither pain nor fear, and the living, who could die from just a few slashes, was profoundly unfair. "Uaaaaah!" "C-cut off the head!" "It won''t die even if we cut it!" "Then cut off their heads and chop off their arms and legs too!" The cost for the five men to neutralize just two moving corpses was high. Two out of the five lost their lives, and the remaining three were severely wounded and could only gasp for breath. "Gasp, gasp...." "Still, we''ve done enough damage..." "...They won''t be getting up again." They had smashed the zombies'' heads and turned their limbs into minced flesh. Even if they somehow started moving again, they would have no means of attack, so this should be sufficient. "Damn it, is it really that scary when a corpse moves?" The man muttering this suddenly turned pale. ''Wait, corpses moving?'' There were two more corpses at the scene. They were Lanfelt''s organization members who had just been killed by the zombies. "Uugh..." "Uugh..." Even the dead comrades began to rise as zombies. Screams of terror pierced through the night fog. "Uaaaah!" Strange events were happening continuously throughout the city. Comrades killing each other, then rising as zombies to attack other comrades. But Lanfelt''s organization members were no pushovers. In a street in central Trist City. About ten organization members were hacking away at three zombies. "Gasp, gasp...." "Hmph! These zombies are nothing..." "If we stay calm, they''re nothing special!" They were veterans used to blood and death, and they wouldn''t easily be overwhelmed by mere zombies. One of the members wiped the blood and spat. "Hmph, necromancer. Did you think we''d be shaken up by this?" Any anguish about killing dead comrades? That didn''t exist from the start. They can kill a living comrade as much as they want if they don''t like them, so what''s the problem with hacking up already dead ones? "Search the area! There must be a necromancer nearby who did this!" Several subordinates scattered throughout the street. Soon, a shout came from inside an alley. "They''re here!" "Is it over there!" As if waiting, the men fiercely rushed into the alley. Just as they were about to peer into the depths of the alley. "Hmm?" "What''s that?" No one was inside. Not the necromancer, nor the subordinate who had made the shout. "...Then who just made that sound?" Everyone was bewildered. At that moment, another subordinate called out to them from outside the alley. "This way, boss!" After the report, the subordinate quickly ran off and disappeared into the fog. Clicking their tongues, the others followed him. "Did he run off that quickly?" However, when they emerged back onto the main street, there was no sign of the others. "Where did that guy go?" As the men stood puzzled, one of them came running from the opposite side of the street. "There''s no one here, captain." It was the same subordinate who had disappeared into the fog moments ago. Seeing him, the captain asked, "What? You? When did you go over there?" "Huh?" "You just ran over here!" "Eh?" As they were confused and unable to understand, footsteps were heard. Tap, tap, tap, tap! Then, from the fog, the same subordinate appeared for the third time. "Captain, there''s no one here... Huh! What''s that!" He was horrified to see another version of himself on the opposite side. As everyone was thrown into chaos, the captain muttered, "Come to think of it, we heard footsteps this time?" The footsteps had not been heard earlier. "It''s a trick! This one is a fake!" Despite the situation, this was someone who had experienced all sorts of hardships in Trist City. Would he fall for such a trick? "You bastard!" "Do you think you can fool us!" Determined to show them a lesson, the men brandished their swords and charged in. "Eh? Eh? What is this?" They didn''t care about the opponent''s confusion. In a life where a minor mistake could cost one''s life, swift action was necessary for survival. "Ugh, aaah!" It was a matter of moments for one person to be hacked to pieces. Yes, just one person. It wasn''t an illusion or a mirage, but a real person. With blood dripping from their swords, the men looked at each other. "Over there..." "This feels..." "It seems real..." The captain snorted. "Hmph! It can''t be real!" Because the real one was right behind him. He had definitely heard footsteps. "Right? Prut..." He called out the name and looked back at his subordinate. And then he flinched. "Prut?" He wasn''t there. The subordinate who had been standing there moments ago was nowhere to be seen. "Where did he go?" No, to be precise, he was there. He was there, reduced to a corpse by the captain''s own hands. A shiver ran down his spine. "So then..." "...Is this the one we just killed?" The corpse began to rise. "Uugh..." A comrade who had been unjustly killed... "Uugh..." Had now become another zombie, filled with resentment down to its bones, exuding evil energy and malevolence. "Uaaaah!" *** It was impossible to believe what they saw. A comrade who had been right in front of them vanished, and a comrade who shouldn''t be there was now before them. "Damn it! What''s going on?" It was impossible to believe what they heard. Hearing things that aren''t there isn''t the only kind of hallucination. Eliminating sounds that are there is also a form of hallucination. "No, I definitely didn''t hear anything..." When they stabbed a comrade running silently with their sword, fresh blood gushed out. When they sent a noisy comrade behind them, he disappeared before they knew it. "Everyone, get a grip!" "Don''t scatter, stay together!" So, could they trust the warmth coming from the comrades they had their backs against? This warmth, which was slowly turning into coldness? Thud! "Ugh!" "H-how did it..." The comrade who had just been one of them, now a bloodied corpse, was stabbing another comrade. The dead had once again become moving corpses, groaning and walking the earth. S~ea??h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Scatter!" "There''s a zombie among us!" "No way! It looked fine just a moment ago..." In horror and panic, they continued to hack at zombies. Suddenly, the eyes of a comrade they had been fighting with turned grotesquely. "Hey, your eyes..." The pointed-out comrade responded irritably. "What about my eyes?" A momentary sense of relief at such a human response was short-lived. The eyes of the comrade popped out. Dangling from the reddish veins, the eyeballs swung back and forth. "Uaaaah!" They panicked and swung their swords in unison. "Ugh! No, why suddenly..." The one who was attacked suddenly died in anguish. The survivors panted heavily and stared at the dead. And they were horrified. ''What, what did I just see?'' ''I''m sure the eyeball fell down...'' The corpse''s eyes were perfectly intact. The eyes, still intact but now unfocused, stared blankly as the corpse groaned and rose as a zombie. "Uugh..." Now, no one could be trusted. Not even oneself. In the midst of terror, confusion, and despair, all they could do was scream. "Uaaaah!" *** Karnak continued his work. He roamed Trist City, searching for Lanfelt''s subordinates. Since these troublemakers made so much noise, finding them was easy. When he found them, he would use the Curtain of Darkness to conceal himself. Then, he would cast Illusion Spell on Lanfelt''s group and manipulate the situation. He didn''t have enough mana for large-scale illusions, but that wasn''t a problem. A brief illusion here and there didn''t consume much mana. "Did you fall for it?" A single phrase was enough. Just the fact that someone had uttered a suspicious remark was enough to cause chaos among them. "Y-you!" "Wait! Why are you suspecting me?" Of course, the more rational ones tried to manage the situation. "Everyone, get a grip!" "Someone is deceiving us! Can''t you see?" At this point, Karnak would add a little more salt to the illusion. Illusionary salt, that is. "Wait... your face..." "My face, what about it?" "Uaaah! Don''t come near, you monster!" "What nonsense are you spouting now?" They killed each other, the corpses increased, and the increased corpses killed the living, leading to even more corpses. Even the situations they hadn''t anticipated happened. How would the Lanfelt subordinates, caught in their own mess, appear to the ordinary citizens? Oh, look at those Lanfelt guys getting what they deserve! But wait, aren''t they dressed in expensive armor and wielding high-quality swords? It wasn''t unusual for them to die unnoticed when scattered. Karnak smiled contentedly. "It''s always the same when you get a bunch of bad guys together." When bad people gather and do bad things, they only see bad realities. The world seems filled with nothing but bad events, and even a slight worsening of the situation leads them to imagine the worst possible outcome. Most of Trist City''s citizens had always solved their problems with swords and violence. "That''s why people should live virtuously, you see?" "Well, it''s quite convincing coming from you, young master." Baros scoffed. "Maybe that''s why we ended up like this, huh?" "So, you''re continuing your noble deeds like this, huh?" Seeing Karnak''s swagger, Serati shuddered. ''So this is what necromancy really is...'' He didn''t create a massive darkness that engulfed the whole city, turning it into a hell as legendary necromancers might. Instead, he just wandered the city, casting simple illusions over and over again. Yet people kept dying... ''Was joining this guy''s ranks really the right decision?'' Of course, she wasn''t unfamiliar with killing. As an adventurer, she had fought for her life numerous times and had ample experience punishing villains. But no matter how evil the opponent, could people really die so easily? Noticing Serati''s gaze, Karnak looked back and awkwardly scratched his head. "Well, I''m embarrassed to show you this side of me. I don''t usually act like this." ''So you do have some semblance of conscience?'' From his expression, it really did seem like he was embarrassed. Serati felt a bit reassured. ''Still, even if he''s a necromancer, he wouldn''t be able to carry out such deeds without some discomfort...'' "Normally, I would lay a blanket of power of darkness over the entire city and raise an army of the dead all at once. My mana is insufficient now, so I have to do it this way. So there''s no need to look so disappointed." ''...So that''s what you''re embarrassed about?'' Not noticing Serati''s incredulity, Karnak sighed deeply. "Ah, it''s really hard living without strength." Indeed, it was a tiring job. If it were the old him, he would never have bothered with such troublesome tasks. But thanks to this, the number of those who die unjustly keeps increasing. Unjust corpses walk the earth, and resentful spirits circle the sky. "Is this enough to match the numbers?" Karnak reached out his hand into the air. "Rise, my army..." His ominous voice spread across the city in the shadows. "Become the army of death and march at my command!" [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 41 - 40: Curse of the Dawn (1) Chapter 41: Chapter 40: Curse of the Dawn (1) Corpses began to move. They staggered forward, their split heads lolling, dragging long, trailing intestines as they shuffled along. Leaving behind pools of blood filled with severed arms and legs, they defiled the silence of the night with ghastly wails. Urrgh... Urrgh... Urrgh... Every alley was filled with zombies. Every street was overflowing with corpses. Serati, hiding on a rooftop, watched the scene unfold with despair. "Oh, Goddess..." There were too many corpses. Far too many. Dozens? Hundreds? Such numbers would be considered small. No matter how conservatively she estimated, there had to be at least three thousand. If not, it wouldn''t be possible for everything in sight to be corpses. ''What have I done?'' She turned to look at the young man with black hair, the one who had now become her master, the one who had dragged hell into reality. Karnak was smiling with satisfaction as he looked over the city of corpses. "This should be enough, don''t you think?" "Now we can save Mr. Alius and Mr. Riltein." "Come to think of it, Baros, this is the first time we''re going to rescue someone other than you." "For me too, young master. I''ve never cared for anyone other than you before." Regret surged within her. Perhaps she could have prevented this... If only she hadn''t spoken those useless words, perhaps not so much blood would have been spilled... Serati muttered to herself once more. "...What have I done?" *** Beyond the advancing army of corpses, the darkened Lanfelt Mansion emerged under the dim moonlight. Countless corpses began to reach up, scaling the walls. "Urrgh..." "Urrgh..." Corpses clambered over each other, becoming a massive wave that engulfed the mansion on all sides. Like ants swarming sugar, the zombies covered every part of the mansion in a black mass. Shutraff watched the scene unfold from the mansion''s underground. "What on earth...?" Judging by the situation, it was clearly the work of that Karnak fellow. But it didn''t make sense. ''Was that guy really such a powerful necromancer? But his necromantic power was nothing special...'' The mana of darkness he possessed wasn''t even strong enough to properly control a dozen zombies. At least, that''s what Shutraff had assessed. ''Was he hiding his strength?'' It didn''t seem likely. If he had such power, there would have been no need to flee earlier. ''Or perhaps the truly powerful necromancer is someone else?'' That made sense. If he had escaped and brought reinforcements, the sequence of events would add up. Convinced of his theory, Shutraff grinned wickedly. "If that''s the case, this is actually a good thing." If the necromancer was this powerful, they must possess incredible power. ''If I absorb that darkness, my power will grow tremendously!'' Shutraff spread his arms wide. From the grotesque wall of flesh that covered the basement walls, dozens of tendrils shot out. "Come, hell. Descend upon this land under the darkness of all evil..." The mana of darkness flowed along the tendrils, pulsing ominously. The power flowing through the tendrils spread throughout the entire mansion, transforming into a massive force. "The true army of darkness shall rise and strike down my enemies..." The eyes of the fallen cleric turned pitch black. "This is the command of the King who rules over death..." A bizarre sound began to echo across the skies above Lanfelt Mansion. "Aaaargh¡ª!" *** The first trumpet of darkness sounded across the sky. Wooooong! Holes began to tear open in the night sky. Darkness bellowed a hollow cry, unleashing all manner of monsters. They were grotesque monsters with limbs, heads, and wings haphazardly attached, resembling broken clay figures. These were the lowest-level, formless monsters from the depths of hell. They emitted discordant noises as they charged toward the horde of zombies. Kyakkyakkyak! Kyaaa! The second trumpet of darkness followed. The ground trembled, and countless tendrils erupted from it. These tendrils wrapped around, crushed, and tore apart the corpses. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, painting the scene in gore. The trumpet blasts continued endlessly. Wooooooong! The third, the fourth, the fifth... The trumpets kept sounding. With each blast, the landscape melted away, revealing a hellish nightmare. It was a nightmare that no longer resembled anything from the human world. Moving corpses and distorted monsters roamed among trees made of flesh and petals of bone, vomiting blood and screams as they went. Urrgh... Aaaaargh... It was a cauldron of terrifying chaos. Moans, explosions, and the clashing of metal resounded from the entire mansion, shattering the night''s tranquility. Karnak, observing the situation, showed a hint of surprise. "Isn''t that the Seven Trumpets of the Lich Dragon? How does he know that spell? Where did he learn it?" In his previous life, Karnak was the only one who knew that spell. He had secretly stolen and recreated the ancient necromancy that had rotted away for hundreds of years in a secret vault of the Hatoba sect. "That''s right, that guy was originally a cleric of the Hatoba sect, wasn''t he? I guess that makes sense." This also meant that other knowledge and wisdom Karnak monopolized in his past life might have been claimed by others now. Unlike before, in this era, all sorts of miscellaneous necromancers were running rampant. ''I might end up falling victim to my own methods. I''d better prepare in advance.'' In any case, this was something to worry about later. S§×arch* The N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "It''s time to move." Karnak gestured with his hand. Until now, they had been hiding on the rooftop of a building near the mansion, concealed by a curtain of darkness to avoid detection. But now that the battle had begun, they could use the chaos as cover to move toward the Lanfelt Mansion. "We need to rescue our comrades during this opportunity." Serati, who had been standing in a daze, snapped back to her senses. That''s right. Now was not the time for regrets. They needed to save Alius and Riltein. Calming herself, she assessed the battlefield and asked, "Isn''t it too early to move?" The battle had just begun. Strategically, it would be better to wait until the fight had progressed and the chaos had deepened before making a move. Karnak shook his head. "If we wait too long, we''ll get caught." "Caught? By what?" "It''s an illusion. They''ll realize it soon." Serati, with wide eyes, looked at the thousands of zombies swarming over the Lanfelt Mansion. "...All of that was an illusion?" Karnak shrugged. "Not all of them. About 200 are real." Then he looked embarrassed again. "Come on! How do you expect me to kill thousands of people with just necromancy right now?" Serati still couldn''t understand what he found so embarrassing, but it seemed he genuinely was. As if making excuses, he continued speaking. "Actually, if I had enough time, it''s not impossible to kill that many..." To increase the zombie horde to thousands, even all the members of the Lanfelt organization wouldn''t be enough. No matter how much the Lanfelt family controlled the entire city, it wasn''t as if they could unleash thousands of bodies from just their search parties. In other words, they would have to start targeting ordinary citizens of Trist City. "Even I know that''s true evil! Or... is it acceptable to go that far in situations like this?" Serati, who had been incredulous, quickly nodded her head. "You did the right thing! Of course, you shouldn''t go that far!" She felt a sense of relief wash over her. ''At least he''s not that much of a villain!'' Of course, killing 200 people in one night was still a massive massacre. But there''s a difference between killing those who deserve it and killing innocent people. "We should only kill villains. In my experience, killing good people leads to much bigger problems down the road." Karnak nodded as if he had expected this. "Villains don''t seek revenge." Serati, puzzled, asked again. "Villains don''t seek revenge?" Isn''t it common for villains to always say things like ''You''ll pay for this!'' or ''I''ll definitely get my revenge!''? "They may talk big, but if you crush them thoroughly, they usually give up cleanly. I''ve rarely seen anyone willing to risk their life for revenge." On the other hand, the death of a good person is different. When a good person dies, other good people rise up like wildfire. And when this turns into something called ''justice,'' it transforms into an overwhelming force that doesn''t fear death. Karnak, once the King of the Dead, had experienced that power firsthand. Of course, he had crushed that power and conquered the world, but the cost was far too great. ''No, I shouldn''t live like I did before.'' Renewing his resolve, Karnak called out to Baros and Serati. "Let''s go rescue our comrades." *** Battles raged on all sides. No matter where you looked, there were endless corpses and monsters. It was like a battlefield straight out of hell. Amidst this hell on earth, three figures were moving. Karnak, Baros, and Serati, all hidden under the curtain of darkness. As they passed through the zombies and monsters, Serati couldn''t help but be astonished. ''Is this really an illusion?'' A zombie right beside her was knocked down. With a roar, it got back up and charged at a monster. The dangling intestines, the arms, the blue skin¡ªit all looked so real. ''No matter how I look at it, it seems real.'' Illusions heavily rely on the caster''s imagination. That''s why it was even harder for her to understand. ''Can human imagination alone really create such a detailed illusion? Enough to replicate the texture of blood, intestines, and skin like that?'' Watching Serati''s reaction, Karnak felt a sense of satisfaction. ''It seems she hasn''t figured out the true nature yet.'' This was his prized illusion spell, "Copy and Paste." Creating illusions purely from imagination requires immense concentration and memory. But if you''re just copying something that already exists, the difficulty drops significantly. In reality, only about 200 zombies were actually fighting. Karnak had multiplied this number more than 20 times using illusions, then mixed them together and unleashed them onto the battlefield. In this case, despite the countless identical zombies, there''s a reason why Serati didn''t notice the illusion. Karnak had deliberately added various distinctions, such as mirroring them left and right, adjusting their size, and varying their speed. Unless someone focused intently, these differences were hard to spot. Additionally, since all the corpses were in tatters, with everyone''s clothes reduced to rags, this helped disguise the illusion further. ''See? I''m pretty good at creating these scenes.'' Of course, even with these tricks, the illusion would be exposed quickly if the monsters simply passed through the illusions. However, Karnak''s illusion had one more key strength. His illusions included reactions, simulating the response of being struck. ''The most important thing when casting an illusion is the reaction.'' When you swing a sword, the target gets slashed, and when you kick, they get knocked back. After that, they rise again to attack. With an ordinary human illusion, awkwardness can reveal the truth. If you slash someone with a sword and they come back unscathed? That''s when people realize it''s an illusion. But with zombies, this problem disappears. They''re already in tatters, and they naturally rise again even after being struck. It''s no coincidence that necromancers often use grotesque zombies or skeletons in their illusions. While the intention is partly to instill fear in the enemy, it''s more about using decaying corpses as the stars of the illusion to avoid exhausting too much mental strength on detailed recreations. Even someone like Serati, an Aura user, couldn''t grasp the true nature of this illusion. Even after being told it was an illusion. What does this imply? ''That means that bastard Shutraff hasn''t noticed it either. We''ve bought enough time.'' *** Karnak''s assumption was correct. "Hmm, he seems quite skilled, but..." Shutraff never imagined that the massive zombie horde could be an illusion. "No matter how many zombies there are, they''re no match for me!" He poured out his mana of darkness, continuing to cast necromancy. Although this greatly drained his necromantic power, he didn''t care. He was winning. He could visibly see the number of zombies surrounding the mansion decreasing. Meanwhile, the hellish monsters he summoned and the necromantic barrier remained virtually unscathed. With victory seemingly assured, why would he worry? In reality, as the real zombies were taken down, the illusions vanished as well, but Shutraff was unaware of this. The lack of damage to the monsters and barrier was also due to most of the zombies being illusions, but this, too, escaped his notice. He was merely excited at the thought of devouring a powerful necromancer and further increasing his strength. ''Where are you?'' He cast his distant-view spell across the battlefield, searching for his target. Surely Karnak and his group were hiding somewhere nearby. ''Where are you?'' As Shutraff furrowed his brows, preparing to gather his monsters the moment he located them, a voice suddenly echoed through the underground chamber. "Oh, so there was a space like this beneath the mansion?" "Wow, it''s really big. Why did they make the basement this huge?" "It was probably meant to be a wine cellar. We have something like this under our house too." "Yeah, but it''s not this big." The voices were not transmitted through necromancy. They were reaching his ears directly, through his physical senses. ''What?!'' Shutraff spun around in shock. Standing at the entrance to the blood-soaked, gruesome basement were three figures. A young man with black hair, dressed as a mage, spoke with a bright smile. "Are you Shutraff? So this is what you look like." The middle-aged man''s face twisted in anger. ''How did they get here?'' [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 42 - 41: Curse of the Dawn (2) Chapter 42: Chapter 41: Curse of the Dawn (2) Serati cautiously looked around. The scale of the basement in the Lanfelt mansion was considerable. The height reached nearly 7 meters, and it seemed to stretch over 20 meters on both sides. ''Is this really a wine cellar? It''s way too big.'' It wasn''t until she looked closer that she realized the reason. In reality, it was originally divided into the first and second basement floors, but the walls and floors had been demolished to create this massive space. ''Where are Mr. Alius and Mr. Riltein?'' While she was searching for her companions, Shutraff was struggling to calm his excitement. Although he was briefly taken aback, after thinking about it, it wasn''t something he couldn''t understand. The tactic itself wasn''t particularly impressive. They had merely diverted his attention to the outside of the mansion, and then taken advantage of that distraction to infiltrate. He simply hadn''t expected that a cowardly necromancer would deliberately leave the safety of his zombie army and plunge directly into a dangerous situation. Staring at Karnak''s group, Shutraff muttered. "You''ve deceived me well." "And you fell for it so easily." Karnak continued with a mocking tone as he looked Shutraff up and down. "You look pretty tired. Did fighting off the zombies take a lot out of you?" "Ugh..." Shutraff groaned softly. It wasn''t an incorrect statement. Indeed, he had expended a significant amount of mana constantly using necromancy up until now. He was still far superior to Karnak. However, the gap in necromantic power was no longer so overwhelming that he could guarantee victory as before. He could no longer be certain of a flawless victory. ''Should I withdraw the necromantic power deployed outside the mansion even now?'' While Shutraff was contemplating, a voice echoed in his ears. "Thinking of withdrawing your necromancy to replenish your mana? Well, go ahead and do that." Karnak''s attitude was indifferent, as if it didn''t matter. "Then we''ll just run away again. The zombie army can leisurely make its way down to the basement." "Huh? Can the zombie army alone capture that guy, young master?" "Eh, that would be tough. That man is pretty strong." Karnak pointed around them. "But we can certainly destroy this underground facility, can''t we?" Red magic circles and symbols were drawn everywhere. Blood-red chunks of flesh were clumped together on the walls and pillars, constantly writhing. To a newcomer, this might just seem like a scene from hell, but to Karnak, it was a familiar sight. This was an altar. An altar where captured sacrifices were steeped in evil energy and malice, then offered to demons. Having created many similar ones himself, Karnak knew exactly what it was. "Do you think he can restore an altar of this size in just a few days?" "So we can just take a nice rest and come back tomorrow night?" "Exactly!" Shutraff frowned. Indeed, if the zombie horde outside the mansion pushed into the basement, it would become troublesome. It wasn''t a matter of winning or losing. Once this place becomes a battlefield, the altar would be lost. After all the effort put into it over such a long time, losing it so easily was unacceptable. However, the thought of being led around by their plan was equally unpleasant. "Run away? After coming all this way to rescue your comrades, you''re just going to abandon them?" "Of course, I''m a bit worried..." Karnak shrugged. "But if the altar is destroyed, at least we don''t have to worry about being sacrificed as offerings, right?" Baros interjected again. "What if he just kills them off?" "You think a necromancer would just give up on valuable sacrifices like high-ranking clerics and mages, just to irritate me? Not likely." Shutraff''s expression twisted even more. They were blatantly toying with him, and the problem was that, even though he knew it, he had no choice but to go along with it. As Karnak said, there was no way he could just kill off such valuable sacrifices like high-ranking clerics and mages without gaining anything in return. "Fine, I''ll play along." Shutraff stepped out from behind the barrier. "But there''s one thing you''ve misunderstood." The tentacles that had been wrapped around his arms slowly unwound and returned to the wall of flesh. "While it''s true that I''m exhausted..." From beneath his feet, darkness began to rise, swirling and spreading in all directions. "...it''s not to the point where I can''t deal with the likes of you." Uuuhhh... Uuuuhhhh... All around the basement, corpses began to rise. They were all heavily armed ghouls with massive, muscular bodies. These were the corpses of the Darkness Hunters that Shutraff had captured earlier. The mana of darkness resonated throughout the entire basement. "Just because a lion is tired, doesn''t mean it can''t catch a rat!" *** The ghouls, heavily armored with swords, shields, and armor, charged with ferocious roars. "Rraaah!" "Uwaah!" Baros and Serati also sprang forward as if they had been waiting for this moment. Amidst the horde of ghouls, their two swords danced wildly. Karnak raised his hands as well. At this moment, he had quite a bit of necromantic power stored up. It was different from the times when he had to fight using only Chaos Power. "Come, slaves of the soul, I summon you from the depths of purgatory..." The black magic spell, ''Echoes of the Underworld,'' which summons cursed souls, was activated. Evil spirits rose from various points on the basement floor and attacked the ghouls. "Kekekekeke!" "Keekeke!" Groans, screams, and eerie noises blended together as messy combat erupted. The outcome was not easily decided. Shutraff''s necromancy was crude, but his necromantic power was overwhelming, while Karnak''s necromancy was extremely efficient, though he was far behind in total mana. This was reflected in the ghouls and evil spirits, resulting in a stalemate. As Karnak continued to wield his necromancy, he observed his opponent''s reactions. ''Now, how will you respond?'' Shutraff didn''t cast any additional necromantic barriers. Instead, he continued to pour dark mana into the ghouls, enhancing their power. "Rise, my servants! Let death bestow its blessing upon you!" A cloudy power of darkness rained down on the fallen ghoul warriors, causing them to rise again, now even stronger. The evil spirits, as well as Baros and Serati, who had been holding their ground, started to be pushed back. "Ugh!" "These guys... They''re getting stronger..." Inwardly, Karnak gave Shutraff some credit. ''He''s got some learning ability, it seems.'' He wasn''t using necromantic barriers. He was simply maneuvering the pre-placed ghoul warriors efficiently. It meant he was wary of the method to nullify barriers. ''Though I doubt he knows exactly why he''s doing it.'' It seemed that Shutraff only understood that "necromantic barriers don''t work, but other necromancy does." ''If he had figured out the cause, he would have used the simpler necromantic barriers that rely on basic incantation, wouldn''t he?'' Regardless, the situation wasn''t bad. As things stood, Karnak could steadily drain Shutraff''s mana. Of course, this relied on Karnak''s group being able to hold out in the meantime... "Miss Serati! To the left!" "Yes, Mr. Baros!" The combination of the experienced Baros and the aura-user Serati was proving to be more effective than expected. Although they were initially a bit flustered, they quickly adapted. As Baros supported Serati''s movements, the number of fallen ghouls steadily increased. Karnak glared coldly at Shutraff, whose expression was becoming more grim. ''It''s about time you reveal your trump card, isn''t it?'' Baros and Serati clashed fiercely, alongside the summoned evil spirits and the endless waves of ghouls. Each time they collided, the dark mana within the basement churned relentlessly. Woom, woom, woom! Shutraff broke out in a cold sweat. ''Damn it...'' The more violent the vortex became, the faster his necromantic power was being depleted. ''To think these bastards could push me this far...'' At this rate, he''d be completely drained without accomplishing anything. He had to make a move before that happened. Fortunately, he still had enough strength left to play his final card. Gritting his teeth, he raised his voice. He summoned all his remaining necromantic power to call forth the strongest being he could control! "Come forth, Demon of Gehenna!" A dark gate opened in midair. Beyond the summoning gate, the landscape of hell was visible, and a crimson giant, standing nearly 3 meters tall, emerged. Serati screamed in terror. "A demon!" In contrast, Baros had a nonchalant expression. "Ah, it''s Maz-nun. Using that again, huh?" Karnak also smirked. "I figured you''d do that." There was no way Karnak wouldn''t have anticipated this, especially since even Baros had guessed it. Of course, he had expected Shutraff to summon Maz-nun after being pushed this far. The abyssal demon, on par with the Purple Knight, was indeed the strongest card Shutraff could play to turn the tide in this situation. Darkness bloomed behind Karnak''s shoulder. Demon summoning, like necromantic barriers, is an equally complex ritual. And if it''s a complex ritual, it can be broken! "Let''s end this." A simple necromantic barrier enveloped the demon summoning ritual. Chaos ensued, and the summoning itself began to unravel. Boom! The dark gate began to shrink, and the energy of hell that had been leaking out rapidly lost its intensity. The demon that had been summoned looked around in confusion. "W-What?" Both the demon and Shutraff were taken aback. Karnak watched them with a broad smile. ''Once this is nullified, there shouldn''t be any necromantic power left.'' Everything was going according to plan. At least, it was until now. Boom! Suddenly, a loud noise echoed, and the shrinking dark gate came to an abrupt halt. Karnak''s eyes widened in surprise. "...Huh?" *** Sear?h the N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Originally, the dark gate had been several meters tall¡ªmore than large enough for the 3-meter-tall demon, Maz-nun, to pass through. But now, it had shrunk to barely a meter in size, more like a window than a gate. Baros stared blankly at the demon standing on the other side of the window, still in hell. "..." Maz-nun also stared blankly through the window at the humans standing on the other side in the human world. "..." A bizarre scene unfolded, with human and demon staring at each other, blinking in disbelief, something so strange you couldn''t buy it even if you wanted to. Baros, bewildered, turned to look at Karnak. "Young master? It looks like the gate just stopped closing." Maz-nun was just as baffled. ''What is this?'' The dark gate was open. Yes, it was open, but it was barely the size of a mouse hole. He could squeeze through if he really tried, but it would require him to crawl on all fours. The idea that a noble abyssal demon like himself would have to crawl like a dog was unthinkable. ''Should I just abandon the contract?'' But that would be a great loss. His summoner had promised him many souls in exchange for answering the call. "There''s no other choice..." Maz-nun extended his hands toward the summoning gate. The crimson fingers of the demon grasped the gate, infusing it with his power. Red sparks flew in all directions. Crackle! At the same time, the summoning gate began to widen again. The demon was using his own strength to reopen the dark gate. Serati shouted out. "Lord Karnak! The gate!" Boom! With an explosion, the dark gate shattered. Amidst the smoke and debris, a dark silhouette stood tall. A voice echoed through the air. "Contractor! State your desire!" Shutraff, who had been in a daze, hurriedly responded. "K-Kill the men and bring the woman to me!" "The same terms as before." With a bitter smile, Maz-nun turned to face Karnak and his group. The conditions were the same, but there was one difference this time. "This time, I can see you clearly... Heh heh heh..." The demon''s eyes flicked over Baros and Serati, who both appeared tense. Both of them were breaking out in a cold sweat. The abyssal demon Maz-nun was far beyond the reach of either Baros or the aura-user Serati. The difference in power was too vast. Baros, gripping his sword, asked in a trembling voice. "Young master? This is part of the plan too, right?" The response was less than reassuring. "Uh, I didn''t see this coming..." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 43 - 42: Curse of the Dawn (3) Chapter 43: Chapter 42: Curse of the Dawn (3) The towering demon looked down at the group. "Now that I have descended upon this land..." He rolled his dark eyes and spoke in an arrogant tone. "Struggle all you want; it''s useless, you insignificant humans." Baros and Serati''s faces turned pale. The overwhelming pressure bore down on their shoulders. "Ugh..." "A high-ranking demon like that..." Even Karnak was sweating. ''Why? Why hasn''t the summoning gate closed yet?'' Though he once held the title of Death King, even though he had lost his power and was now struggling, the knowledge and wisdom in his mind hadn''t vanished. He quickly figured out the reason. ''Damn, that''s the problem.'' The black magic used to summon demons was originally as complex as necromantic barrier spells. But the spell that Shutraff cast was slightly different. ''That bastard only skimmed the surface, so he didn''t properly execute the ritual!'' He merely carried out a few key rituals and compensated for the missing parts with necromantic power. The strength of necromancy lies in the fact that even if the ritual isn''t executed properly, as long as you pour in enough necromantic power, some sort of result will occur. Because of this, the situation became ambiguous. It wasn''t a simple spell, so it caused some confusion in the ritual, but it wasn''t complex enough to completely cancel the summoning. It was precariously balanced on the boundary between simplicity and complexity. As a result, the ritual stopped halfway through, neither fully canceled nor completed! ''Wait a minute? How did I not realize that?'' He clearly saw Shutraff performing the demon summoning spell. That''s why he felt confident in setting up this plan. ''Oh, no!'' Only then did Karnak realize the mistake he had made. ''I never saw it with my own eyes!'' He had only observed through the distant-view spell while fleeing under the illusion. He hadn''t directly witnessed the demon summoning scene. Hadn''t Karnak just mocked Shutraff? -You can''t possibly grasp the situation properly when controlling things remotely from afar. After mocking others, he made the exact same mistake himself. He simply assumed that Shutraff had performed the demon summoning spell he was familiar with, just because he saw that a demon had been summoned. ''Ugh, how could I make such a basic mistake...'' It seemed he had become too complacent after the peaceful atmosphere following his reversal. Maz-nun roared as he unleashed his power. "I shall fulfill the contract!" A violent gust of wind swept over Karnak''s party. Baros and Serati moved, pushing through the crushing pressure. They dashed to the demon''s sides, launching a dazzling assault! "Hah!" "Take this!" It was useless. All their slashes were deflected. It was as if they were striking a steel plate with a stick¡ªthere wasn''t even a scratch on the demon''s skin. "Pathetic, insects." Maz-nun leisurely muttered as he swung the sword in his hand. It was an exceedingly simple strike. Naturally, both easily dodged the attack. But it was impossible to avoid the massive aura that followed the slash. BOOM! A wave of darkness tore through the basement floor, engulfing the two. The man and woman caught in it were flung like leaves in the wind. "Ugh!" "Y-young Master!" Rolling across the ground, Baros barely managed to rise and called out to Karnak. "What do we do now?" Karnak responded irritably, clutching fireballs in both hands. "What do you mean, what do we do? We fight!" The two fireballs flew towards Maz-nun. The demon snorted. "Hmph, this isn''t even worth blocking!" BOOM! With just a glare, the incoming fireballs exploded in mid-air. The difference in power was so vast that they couldn''t even get close. Baros muttered in despair. "How on earth are we supposed to defeat that...?" He steadied his breathing, concentrating with all his might, focusing all his battle aura onto the tip of his sword. Swinging her flaming sword, Serati charged at the demon. "Take this!" Red battle aura danced relentlessly. Her form darted wildly through space. Stone walls and the ground were shattered and pulverized into dust, scattering everywhere. BOOM! Her movements and destructive power had surpassed human limits. "Die, you demon!" Maz-nun dismissed all her attacks with ease. "You''re slow and weak." Serati''s movements were certainly fast, but the demon was faster. Her aura-infused sword was indeed strong, but the demon was stronger. The advantage of a red-level aura user lies in the ability to unleash fast and powerful attacks that transcend human limitations. But when faced with an opponent who is even faster and stronger, they become overwhelmingly disadvantaged. There''s nothing they can do. "D-damn it!" Despite this, Serati was managing to hold on. Not because she was particularly skilled. "The contract was to capture this woman, wasn''t it?" So Maz-nun only half-heartedly kicked or shoved her away, engaging with minimal effort. Baros, on the other hand, received no such leniency. "There''s no need to go easy on this man." Countless fireballs, blades of magic, roars of crushing pressure, and dozens of magic projectiles rained down on him. "Ah! Ugh! Whoa!" Under the overwhelming barrage, Baros had no choice but to run for his life like a madman. He ran, rolled, and even crawled at times, desperately struggling to survive. "Aaaah!" What was remarkable was that, in the midst of all this, he managed to avoid getting hit even once. He would adopt a defensive stance before an attack even started, dodge invisible strikes in advance, and leap away from the blast zones before they hit. Even Maz-nun found the situation somewhat baffling. ''Does this guy have some kind of foresight ability?'' Despite this, Baros still posed no real threat. Occasionally, a chilling counterattack would strike. Remarkably, it would exploit a weakness in Maz-nun''s defense, landing a sharp blow. "Take this!" But it didn''t even leave a scratch on his skin. S§×ar?h the N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The demon''s defense was so strong that only a sword imbued with battle aura could have any effect. Grinding his teeth, Baros grumbled. "Ugh, I never thought there''d come a day when I''d struggle against something like Maz-nun..." With Serati and Baros fighting fiercely at the front and Karnak relentlessly casting spells from the rear, they were locked in an intense battle with the demon. Of course, everyone knew this situation couldn''t last long. Maz-nun wasn''t in a hurry. "Humans are like rats, always running away at the slightest threat." He simply endured all their attacks with overwhelming strength, slowly pushing Karnak''s group back. "I can''t let that happen, can I?" Serati''s breathing grew increasingly labored. Baros''s movements became sluggish. Karnak''s mana was steadily depleting. If the demon would at least lash out wildly, they might find an opening to cast an illusion spell, but he showed no such vulnerability. And using a large spell to force an opening was out of the question¡ªhe didn''t have the mana for it. ''I wish they could do something...'' Karnak glanced at Baros and Serati, feeling frustrated. Both were fighting valiantly, but the situation was dire. Serati''s sword trajectory was too simple; no matter how many times she swung, she couldn''t land a hit on the demon... ''Damn it, he''s too fast!'' Baros''s sword lacked the power to deal any damage, even when it did make contact with the demon. ''Ugh, he''s ridiculously tough!'' As Karnak clicked his tongue in frustration, a thought crossed his mind. "If only I could combine the two of them... wait, what?" It suddenly struck him¡ªhe was a necromancer. This wasn''t such an impossible idea! Karnak quickly called out to Baros. "Baros!" "Yes?" "Plan P!" "Oh!" Understanding dawned on Baros as he ran toward Karnak. "Right! We have that option!" He immediately bent down, bowing his head. Karnak placed his hand on the top of Baros''s head. "My subject..." Darkness rose, enveloping Baros''s head. Serati was startled. ''Didn''t he say Baros wasn''t his subject?'' But Karnak wasn''t referring to Baros just then. "Open your mind and accept it! This is your master''s command!" The focus vanished from Baros''s eyes. His movements became mechanical, like a puppet, as he stood beside Karnak, adopting a stance with his sword. Simultaneously, Serati''s movements changed. "Hah!" With a sharp cry, she kicked off the ground, soaring into the air. Her sword, glowing with red aura, moved with precision, slipping through the demon''s defenses. Her swordsmanship was entirely different from before. Despite being slower than the demon, she now anticipated his movements, skillfully finding openings in his defenses! "...What?!" A shocked Maz-nun stepped back. Blood was already gushing from his chest. ''This movement...'' Serati adjusted her stance and smiled softly. A coarse voice emerged from the lips of the delicate beauty. "Well, it''s been a while since I''ve moved someone else''s body, huh?" *** Plan P. Its meaning is simple. It''s just the short form of the word "possession." Karnak had overlaid Baros''s soul onto Serati''s body. Trapped within her own body, Serati was thrown into a panic. ''This... this can''t be...'' Normally, possession doesn''t happen so easily. A human soul is enveloped by a thick spiritual defense, requiring highly advanced necromancy to breach it. But Serati''s situation was different. She had become Karnak''s subject, her soul already laid bare to him. Karnak could take over her body whenever he wished. Of course, Baros, not being a subject, could have resisted, but he had no reason to. ''So this is what it means to become a necromancer''s subject?'' A wave of fear washed over her, making her wonder if she had made an irreversible choice. Baros, now in control of Serati''s body, spoke awkwardly. "I''m sorry, Miss Serati. It''s a matter of life and death..." His clumsy tone helped her suppress the fear rising within her. After all, there was no other choice. When she dabbled in the dirty art of necromancy, she should have been prepared for this. ''Right, it''s a matter of life and death, so there''s no other way...'' Yet she still couldn''t understand. Serati acknowledged that Baros was better at swordsmanship and had more experience than she did. But so what? ''What changes just because Mr. Baros takes over my body?'' Maz-nun had the same question. "What are you trying to do, you fools?" Being a demon, he quickly understood the situation, but the reasoning eluded him. "What''s the point of possessing an aura user if you aren''t one yourself?" Serati''s superhuman abilities came entirely from her aura. Baros might have superior physical strength due to his larger frame and the natural differences between men and women. But without mastering aura, taking over Serati''s body would be pointless... "How does someone who hasn''t even mastered their own battle aura intend to use someone else''s?" The next scene left the demon speechless. "Who said I can''t use it?" Vwoooom! A brilliant red battle aura surged from the sword. It was unmistakably the battle aura of a red-level aura user. Even Maz-nun, with all his demonic wisdom, had never seen anything like it. "H-how?" Not mastering battle aura means having no experience with it. But using someone else''s aura so effortlessly? And doing it so naturally? As he pointed the aura-infused sword, Baros¡ªnow in Serati''s body¡ªshrugged. "You see, using other people''s battle aura is my specialty!" The dark aura he wielded during his time as a death knight wasn''t his own; it was something Karnak had granted him. Even before that, he had often possessed others'' bodies or absorbed their aura to use it. ''To be honest, I don''t even know how to use my own aura.'' Baros himself had never actually awakened his own battle aura. But now, they had a clear way to counterattack. Karnak called out cheerfully. "Alright, Baros... or rather..." It occurred to him that this was now Serati plus Baros. One should always address others correctly. "Go, Sera-Baros!" "Don''t go mixing up people''s names like that!" Grumbling, Sera-Baros(?) launched into action. With a sharp battle cry, the aura-infused sword exploded with energy. "Take this!" [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 44 - 43: Curse of the Dawn (4) Chapter 44: Chapter 43: Curse of the Dawn (4) A red-haired beauty moved erratically through the basement. Her red sword danced brilliantly across the field of vision. "Hah!" Muz-nun also engaged in full force. He swung his sword at super speed, unleashed a storm of mana, and pressured his enemies with his roar, launching a fierce offensive. "Graaaah!" Blood splattered. It wasn''t human blood, but the blood of a demon. Muz-nun glared. "This, this bastard?" It was the same slashing strike that had occasionally broken through his defenses when Baros had charged at him before the possession. Although it hadn''t been much of a problem back then, he had indeed been cut several times. But now, when struck, it inflicted clear wounds. "It doesn''t matter!" Unexpectedly, the opponent had grown stronger, but they were still at a red-level. On the other hand, though not an aura user, Muz-nun was at the purple-level demon, comparable to a Purple Knight. Even in simple comparison, there was a two-level difference. "I''ll crush you like an insect!" The excited demon began to rampage violently. Mana of hell manifested as fire and explosions, engulfing the entire basement. Boom! Boom! Boom! Yet the red-haired beauty still wasn''t hit. No, she wasn''t even grazed. "It''s been a while since I used battle aura, so this is fun." She dodged with ease, closed in to slash, and then retreated. It was no longer even the movements of a Red Knight. A red-level aura user wouldn''t be able to flow and move so smoothly. Before long, Serati''s sword began to shine with a blue hue. "...A blue aura sword?" Muz-nun was shocked. There was no doubt about it. It was the blue-level aura, the level of a Blue Knight. ''Not only does he control someone else''s body as if it were his own, but he even wields it far better than the original owner?'' As he stared at the blue light enveloping the sword, Baros within Serati murmured. "Up to this point, huh? The kid lacks experience, but she has quite a bit of potential." A cold sneer was conveyed through the lips. "Thanks to that, I can fight a bit more comfortably." *** A vein bulged on Muz-nun''s forehead, pulsing with rage. "A lowly human dares!" Serati was observing herself in a daze. ''Unbelievable...'' The demon relentlessly swung its claws. It was an ultra-fast onslaught, almost invisible to the naked eye. Yet, her body was evading every single one of the attacks cleanly. Simultaneously with each dodge, her blade glided along the demon''s arm as if slipping down it. The slash struck, and blood splattered again. Each of these movements flowed together seamlessly without a single gap. ''I didn''t know my body could move like this...'' The blood-soaked demon roared, continuously unleashing hellfire. It was a wide-area attack, leaving no room to escape. "Graaaah!" So she didn''t dodge. Instead, she drew a circle with the aura sword, sweeping away the flames. The blue aura swirled, engulfing the flames, redirecting them, and sending them veering off harmlessly. ''I didn''t know my aura could flow like this...'' The fear of losing control of her body was no longer there. All that remained was awe. Muz-nun was still faster and stronger. Even though she had reached the level of a Blue Knight, her physical abilities were still slightly inferior. But with overwhelming skill, she was covering all those gaps. It was truly astonishing, and at the same time, incomprehensible. ''How is this even possible?'' Sear?h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Was Baros such an exceptional swordsman compared to her? But that alone didn''t explain everything. Men and women have different skeletal structures. It might seem minor, but this structural difference leads to subtle variations in how the body is used. If one were to use such precise and intricate swordsmanship, the difference in physicality would become incredibly significant. Yet, Baros moved in a way that took even those differences into account. And he did it with the ease of someone who had done it dozens, if not hundreds, of times. This wasn''t something that could be achieved merely by being a swordmaster. What could this possibly be called? ''...A master of possession?'' It was as if he had possessed countless others, regardless of gender or age, and learned to control them flawlessly. There was no other way he could move so naturally. ''What in the world are they?'' By this point, it no longer mattered what kind of people they were. A more fundamental question enveloped Serati. ''...Are they even human in the first place?'' The demon''s arm flew through the air. "Ugh!" Muz-nun, having lost his left arm, stumbled backward. After being pushed to the brink, he had finally suffered a critical blow. Baros didn''t bother to chase him down and finish him off. "What? Is that all you''ve got?" Instead, he sheathed his blue aura sword and smiled coldly. "Ah, I was just starting to enjoy using the aura again, and now it''s already over." His attitude was truly arrogant. Muz-nun ground his teeth in frustration, but he didn''t dare to attack again. He was already covered in blood, while the other remained completely composed. "Y-You monster..." In truth, Baros wasn''t as composed as he seemed. ''Sigh, forcing my level up is causing quite a few side effects.'' Outwardly, he exuded arrogance, mocking the demon as if it were an insect, but inside, he was busy stabilizing his aura and calming his Qi, breaking out in a cold sweat. [T/L: ?? ?? - Qi/Chi/internal energy/vital life force.] ''Of course, I won''t let it show, hehe.'' Baros had as much experience in bluffing as Karnak, so from his expression alone, he looked genuinely disappointed. Muz-nun, completely deceived, trembled faintly. Should he be banished back to hell just like this? ''There''s still a chance.'' The reason that guy had become so strong was solely because he was possessing Serati''s body. In other words, if he targeted the necromancer who cast the possession spell, the possession would be undone! Suddenly, Muz-nun fiercely charged toward the red-haired beauty. "Graaaah!" Baros calmly intercepted him. He had already caught his breath during the bluffing. "I told you, it won''t work!" Just as the demon''s side was deeply slashed and blood spurted out like a fountain. "You bastard!" Muz-nun quickly turned his head, opened his mouth, and spewed flames. His target was across the basement, where Karnak was leisurely observing the battle. Boom! Karnak, unable to dodge in time, took the full brunt of the flames. Muz-nun laughed triumphantly. "Hahaha! You let your guard down, human!" But his laughter didn''t last long. ''...What?'' Something was wrong. Baros was still inside Serati''s body, glaring at the demon. ''Why is the possession still in place even though the necromancer was hit?'' A voice echoed from behind him. "What are you doing?" And that wasn''t all. "My goodness..." Karnak''s voice resonated from various parts of the basement, like an echo. "Both the one who summoned and the one who was called..." Karnak appeared in multiple places throughout the basement. "...you''ve both been equally fooled." Five Karnaks were staring at Muz-nun from all directions. The demon''s expression twisted into a grotesque scowl. "W-Was it an illusion?" *** The various Karnaks started speaking. "Earlier, it was too tight, so it was difficult, but...." "Now you seem pretty disoriented, don''t you?" "Thanks to that, I''ve noticed a lot of openings." "Which makes it easier to cast an illusion spell." Muz-nun, looking at the illusions of Karnak scattered around him, fell into a panic. Could it be that he had anticipated that Muz-nun would target him? Karnak snorted. "Did you really think I wouldn''t know your intentions?" Baros, who had been observing his confident expression closely, suddenly sent a magical message. [Young Master.] [Hmm?] [You didn''t know, did you?] [No.] To be honest, he hadn''t expected the demon to launch such a sudden surprise attack. Then why had he cast an illusion spell? It was just a habit. He had so many enemies and so many sins on his conscience that, whether it was necessary or not, he always set a trap. [This proves that the wisdom of the old sages isn''t wrong, right? Good habits change your life.] [...I don''t think that''s what they meant, though.] In any case, it was all over now. Muz-nun had wasted the last of his strength on a futile attack. "Ha, to think I''d end up like this at the hands of mere humans...." Feeling defeated, the demon''s form began to fade. Having exhausted all his power, he was being banished back to hell. "Just wait, when I return, I''ll come after you first!" As the summoning was undone, Muz-nun cursed them. "I''ll make sure you can neither live nor die! I''ll inflict every imaginable pain upon you! This is the promise of hell!" "Oh, that sounds scary." Laughing, Karnak raised his right hand. "Are you saying that if I send you back, I''ll be in big trouble later?" Darkness began to rise, wrapping around Muz-nun''s fading body. "Since you''ve gone out of your way to warn me, I can''t just ignore it, can I?" A look of shock appeared in the demon''s eyes. "What?!" His banishment to hell was halted. At the same time, his own demonic energy began to turn against him, causing him to self-destruct. ''What is this? Does such a method even exist?'' "In the past, I''d have bound you with a contract and used you as a slave, but I don''t have the necromantic power for that right now. Controlling a demon takes a lot of effort, you see." Boom! The darkness crushed the demon. The presence of hell dispersed at a terrifying speed, leading to his annihilation. "So I''ll just cleanly obliterate you." Muz-nun, now desperate, waved his hand. "W-Wait a moment!" He was so desperate that even his tone had changed. "I''ll make a subordinate contract! I''ll become your slave!" "No need." Unfortunately for Muz-nun, Karnak seemed completely uninterested. "That''s just going back to the way things were before." A desperate scream filled the basement. "Aaaaargh!" *** Muz-nun''s form completely vanished from the human world. With that, Karnak released the possession. Returning to his own body, Baros scratched his head. "You handle your body yourself, Miss Serati." But she couldn''t express the anger she felt at having her body taken over so freely. "Ah! M-My body...!" Baros had pushed Serati''s body so hard that her entire body was in tatters. "I guess I overdid it a bit, huh? Circulate your aura, it''ll hurt less that way." "I don''t know how to do that!" "Oh, should I teach you later?" "Ugh..." What was the use of regretting now, after becoming the subordinate of a vile necromancer? Gritting her teeth, Serati struggled to endure the pain. Now, the only ones left in the basement were Karnak''s group and the dazed Shutraff. "Well, I suppose we should deal with this one too." Shutraff looked as though he''d bitten into something bitter. The vast necromantic power he once wielded was completely gone. He had no power left to protect himself. "Sigh..." With a sigh, he raised his hands. "I surrender." "What a laughable human." Karnak scoffed, clearly unimpressed. "What makes you think we''ll accept your surrender?" "You won''t kill me." A vile smile spread across Shutraff''s face. "You''ll want to extract the information I have, right?" "Of course, we need the information. But why does that mean we shouldn''t kill you?" "Huh?" "It''s easier to extract information after killing you." "...What?" Shutraff''s face turned pale. There was something he hadn''t considered. Karnak wasn''t an ordinary mage. He was a wicked necromancer. "If I kill you and summon your soul, I can easily extract what I need through torture. Why keep you alive?" In the face of necromancy, not even death could be a means of escape. As Shutraff stood paralyzed by fear, Karnak suddenly turned to look back. "Still, let''s double-check." No longer wanting to live as he had before, he made a point of asking Serati. "Do you think I shouldn''t kill this guy? You know, from the perspective of a normal person." The answer was quite fitting. "Kill him immediately!" "So that''s that." Karnak took a step forward. Darkness swirled and formed into a giant blade. Seeing death approaching, Shutraff cried out in desperation. "W-Wait! Just wait a momen¡ª" Before he could finish his plea, his head was cleanly severed and sent flying through the air. "If killing you is all it takes, why would I bother talking to you?" It was a death far too trivial for a high-ranking cleric of a religious order, a necromancer who had ruled an entire city with fear. Karnak flicked a finger toward the blood-spilling corpse. "Now, let''s get down to business." Black smoke rose, forming into a sphere that began to be absorbed into him. It was the Darkness of Doom that Shutraff had been collecting all this time. "Oh! This is a feast." "How much did you get, young master?" "Enough for about 30 Lords of Darkness." "Does that mean we can go home?" "Yeah. Since it''s all over, shall we head back?" Serati, who had been listening in a daze, cautiously raised her hand. She couldn''t quite follow the conversation, but she had to address this. "Excuse me, aren''t you going to rescue Mr. Alius and Mr. Riltein?" Karnak and Baros blinked. "Oh, right..." "That''s what we came here for in the first place, isn''t it?" "We completely forgot." "Yeah, doing something we''re not used to feels awkward." Serati shuddered again as she looked at the two of them. ''What kind of people are these?'' [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 45 - 44: Open Door of the Doom (1) Chapter 45: Chapter 44: Open Door of the Doom (1) Alius and Riltein were unharmed. They hadn''t gone through any significant hardship. They had been captured in the early evening, and Karnak''s group defeated Shutraff the following dawn. There simply hadn''t been much time for them to suffer. The two, once rescued, were curious about the situation. "What on earth happened?" S~ea??h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Throughout their imprisonment, the building had shaken, and there had been explosions, so they had sensed something was wrong. But after being rescued and looking around, they realized this was far beyond just "something went wrong." Corpses were scattered everywhere, traces of necromantic barriers were all around, the once grand mansion was half-destroyed, and the entire city was in chaos. How could only three people have caused such devastation? "And how did you manage to defeat that Shutraff?" Even Alius, who had been through many battles, had never seen such powerful necromancy. Though they were grateful to be rescued, it was hard to believe that Karnak''s group alone could have taken down Shutraff. If the enemy had been that easy to deal with, Alius and Riltein wouldn''t have been defeated so quickly in the first place. Karnak began to explain calmly. "We were fortunate." Shutraff''s necromancy was indeed powerful. They thought they were going to die right then and there. "But it seemed he hadn''t mastered the necromancy completely, as part of the barrier was released midway." They used that gap to escape the mansion. Of course, Shutraff tried to capture Karnak''s group with all his might, but they barely managed to escape thanks to the strength of the aura user Serati. While they were hiding and figuring out a way to rescue Alius and Riltein, a strange event occurred in Trist City. An internal conflict broke out within the Lanfelt faction. "For reasons unknown, they started fighting each other." With the faction members attacking one another, the entire city fell into chaos. "We returned to the mansion to assess the situation and witnessed a truly horrifying scene." A massive army of zombies was marching toward the Lanfelt mansion! The mansion''s necromantic barriers were fighting against the zombie army, so it clearly wasn''t Shutraff''s doing. "It seems that another necromancer under his command had rebelled." Alius nodded in agreement. "That''s possible. Necromancers are notorious for being at each other''s throats." Hadn''t they all witnessed Shutraff blowing off the heads of his subordinate necromancers? It was only natural for his underlings to rebel. Riltein shared the same thought. "Shutraff must have shown weakness while dealing with us, and another necromancer took advantage of that opening." Karnak continued his explanation. "Seeing an opportunity, we slipped back into the mansion." With the foul energy radiating everywhere, it wasn''t hard to find the hideout. When they went down to the mansion''s basement, Shutraff was setting up a bizarre altar, preparing something. "He summoned ghoul warriors and demons to fight us. However, he didn''t use the powerful necromancy that could turn the space into hell itself. Perhaps he had exhausted much of his necromantic power fighting the zombie army." With Shutraff having spent so much necromantic power, Karnak''s group was able to fight him off. They narrowly survived several close calls, and with the help of the aura user Serati, they managed to defeat the demon and behead Shutraff. "We deliberately didn''t touch the corpse. After rescuing you, we planned to ask you to perform a purification ritual, Alius." "I see..." Neither Alius nor Riltein could find any flaws in the story. After all, everything did indeed happen. The city had genuinely descended into mayhem, the factions had indeed fought each other, they had indeed infiltrated the mansion during the disorder, and Serati had indeed fought the demon and won. Although it was Baros who won, the body was clearly Serati''s. The events were all real, and the traces were still there. There was no room for doubt. They could only marvel at their luck. "Truly, we have nothing to say except that it was by Hatoba''s blessing." Of course, for Serati, who knew the truth, it was utterly absurd. ''Wow, so this is why necromancers never get caught.'' The mixture of truth and lies was so skillful that without knowing the full context, one could easily be deceived. Afterward, Alius quickly began to handle the aftermath. First, he extracted the Darkness of Doom from Shutraff''s corpse. As he sealed the darkness with divine power, Alius clicked his tongue in astonishment. "This is an incredible force. Compared to the necromancers we''ve captured so far, this Darkness of Doom is nearly ten times stronger." Baros, watching from the side, was startled. Didn''t Karnak say it was thirty times stronger? [Young master? Didn''t you just take the information and put it back?] [I kept some just in case. You never know what might happen later.] [Didn''t you say you wouldn''t live like you used to?] [That''s why I left some behind. If it were before, I would have devoured it all.] [That''s not the point! What if you keep increasing your necromantic power and get caught later?] [Don''t worry. Given some time, I can dissolve it all and convert it into Chaos Power.] Karnak''s mindset hadn''t changed. He no longer needed the absolute power he once had. He only needed enough strength to live in the new reality. The only difference was that his definition of "enough" had become a bit more ambitious. He had shifted from needing enough power to protect his territory to needing enough to survive comfortably in a corrupted world. [You never know when someone like Shutraff might appear again. At the very least, I need to increase my power to be able to handle those kinds of enemies.] [Well, young master, you always know what you''re doing. But right now, the important thing is not to arouse Alius''s suspicion.] [That''s fine.] Alius had never encountered a high-level necromancer like Shutraff before. Without a point of comparison, how could he know whether the power of darkness was large or small? "Indeed... With such a level of darkness, it''s no wonder he could use such powerful necromancy." You can only be suspicious if you have some knowledge. Alius naturally accepted it without further question. After finishing their task, Karnak''s group left the mansion. Alius then contacted the Pulad family and the Hatoba diocese in Trist City. Although Shutraff had controlled the Trist diocese, not all the clerics were corrupt. Alius selected those who didn''t seem suspicious and entrusted them with handling the aftermath. Of course, they would still need to be interrogated later to determine their true allegiance, but for now, they were necessary hands. There was little resistance. So many members of the Lanfelt family had died the previous night that there was no one left to defy them. Thus, Trist City quickly began to regain its stability. During this process, Alius received some surprising news. "What? Serati has become a knight of Jestarad Barony?" It wouldn''t be strange for a warrior to find a lord to serve, but Serati wasn''t just an ordinary swordsman. She was an aura user. "How did that happen?" Though surprised, Alius quickly changed his expression. What he really meant was, "Why would someone as powerful as an aura user become a knight for such a rural estate?" which would be highly disrespectful. "I didn''t mean it that way, but..." ''Of course, that''s exactly what you meant.'' Serati, with a wry smile, explained the situation. "After last night''s events, I realized that Baron Karnak is more than worthy of my loyalty." Serati explained that she had received great help from Karnak and found his wisdom and character sufficient to serve as her lord, so she pledged her loyalty. That was the gist of it. It wasn''t entirely untrue. Great help? She had received it. Wisdom? Well, Karnak certainly had immense knowledge as a necromancer. Character? Serati never said it was good, just that it was worthy of serving. ''I didn''t lie, I didn''t.'' Once the aftermath was mostly handled, Karnak''s group left Trist City. However, they did not head to Derat City with Alius and Riltein. "For a long time, I''ve found great joy in performing the sacred duties of the goddess. But now, it''s time to return to my estate." The official reason was because of Serati. "I''ve taken her as my knight, but it was only informal. To officially knight her, I need to return to my estate, don''t I?" The real reason, however, was that he had extracted as much Darkness of Doom as he needed, so there was no longer any need to hunt necromancers. "I see. Thank you for your cooperation thus far." Though somewhat disappointed, Alius bid them farewell. "To those who walk the earth, all roads are connected. May Hatoba''s blessing be with you on your journey." *** Following Karnak, who had become her lord, Serati headed to the Jestarad estate. Her mind was in turmoil. The events of the previous night were full of things that defied her understanding. They crossed mountains and rivers, traveling for another half-day. In the end, Serati could no longer hold back. "Just who are you people, really?" Despite the abruptness of her question, Karnak and Baros were not surprised. They had expected such a question sooner or later. They initially tried to deflect with vague answers. "I''m Baron of the Jestarad family." "And I''m a knight of Baron Jestarad." "Oh, and I secretly practice necromancy." "And I secretly help the young master when he uses necromancy." Of course, this didn''t work. "You know that''s not what I''m asking." Sometimes, you need to show enough skill for people to believe you. Karnak, who had practically destroyed an entire city, raised countless corpses, and created massive illusions. Baros, who despite not having mastered battle aura, displayed incredible swordsmanship and experience, took over someone else''s body effortlessly, wielded battle aura as if it were natural, and even defeated a high-ranking demon like Maz-nun. This wasn''t something that could be explained away as just "secretly learning necromancy." Even their vast knowledge and expertise were unbelievable. "Both of you barely look like you''re in your early twenties. How does any of this make sense?" Karnak and Baros shrugged. "Honestly, it doesn''t make sense, does it?" "It''s a lot to ask you to believe." Karnak looked intently at Serati. She was glaring back at him, waiting for an answer. [What do you think, Baros? Should we just tell her the truth?] [Would it really be a problem to just leave her in the dark?] [She might start making wild assumptions and cause trouble. Besides, she''s already become my subordinate, so there''s no risk of betrayal.] [Do you think she''ll even believe us if we tell her the truth?] [Whether she believes it or not is up to her.] [That''s true.] Having made up his mind, Karnak adopted a serious expression. "Alright, I''ll tell you the truth." Serati''s expression hardened as Karnak and Baros spoke seriously. "I once conquered the world." "And I helped the young master conquer the world." Her tense expression twisted into a strange grimace. "...What kind of nonsense are you talking about?" "Yeah, that''s the normal reaction." Karnak continued with a wry smile. "Just listen for a moment." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 46 - 45: Open Door of the Doom (2) Chapter 46: Chapter 45: Open Door of the Doom (2) It''s impossible to recount a story that spans over a hundred years. So Karnak gave a brief summary of his past life to Serati. He told her about being born as an illegitimate child of a fallen noble family and how he came to learn necromancy. How he was discovered as a necromancer while trying to take over the family and had to flee. He wandered the world, growing stronger, and in the process, incurred the wrath of the people, eventually becoming the continent''s enemy. Finally, he abandoned his humanity, became Astra Spiritus, and after successfully conquering the world, pondered how to regain his lost physical body. "That''s why I returned to this era, or something like that." Karnak finished his explanation with a wink. "Well, did that clear up some of your curiosity?" Serati looked dazed. "My God..." But even so, she slowly began to understand. "I see. So that''s why..." Karnak was the one who was surprised now. "Oh? You actually believe it?" "Is it a lie?" "It''s not that, but even I think it''s a hard story to believe." "Honestly, after seeing something like that, I can''t help but believe it." The power they displayed was so absurd that it made sense to have such an outlandish story behind it. At the same time, another question arose. "So, Lord Karnak, you were originally an immortal being?" "Yes." "You''re saying you had no death, no disease, and no pain?" "Yes." "You even had the power to control all of creation?" "Depending on the scope of ''all of creation,'' but yes, I could control the world as I pleased." "But..." Serati asked again, as if she couldn''t understand. "You gave all that up to become human again?" Didn''t he say he had transcended the limits of a mere human and reached the realm of gods? And yet, he gave it up just because he couldn''t feel human sensations? "Couldn''t you just create a body that could feel sensations?" "I tried. It didn''t work." "Then couldn''t you possess another human''s body...?" "Tried that too. It didn''t work." "Then what about sharing sensations with another human...?" "Tried that as well. It didn''t work either." Over decades, he tried every possible method he could think of. After repeated failures, this was the only path left. "But Serati, you seem to know a lot about these methods. Most good people wouldn''t even think of such things." "Th-that''s because I read a similar book once..." This was one of the reasons why Serati was able to accept Karnak''s explanation so easily. She had a hobby of reading various adventure stories in her spare time, so the idea of past lives and space-time regression wasn''t too hard for her to accept. In any case, Serati was confused. What if someone told her she could become the ultimate martial artist, transcending even the Four Martial Kings, instead of becoming undead? ''I think I''d accept it...'' To reach that level, Karnak must have had immense dedication, unwavering determination, and mental strength. That''s probably how he attained immortality. sea??h th§× Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. But after reaching his goal, finding that it wasn''t what he expected, he gave it up? Could someone with that kind of mindset even reach such a supreme level in the first place? Karnak let out a deep sigh. "Yeah, I figured you''d think that." He was serious at the time. He considered this mere flesh nothing more than a cumbersome obstacle blocking the path to the ultimate state he dreamed of achieving. For the sake of one singular truth, one absolute goal, he believed it was entirely worthwhile to give up everything. "You can never truly understand it until you''ve experienced it yourself." "I felt the same way when I first became a Death Knight. All the inconveniences I had as a human were completely gone." Karnak and Baros both chuckled. Neither of them showed any sign of regret for what they had abandoned. Serati cautiously continued her questioning. "But still... don''t you feel like it was a waste?" Wouldn''t they feel a sense of loss for what they had built over their lifetimes? Wouldn''t they be frustrated to be defeated by someone weaker than them? After all, hadn''t they even run away from someone as insignificant as Shutraff? "Why wouldn''t I think it was a waste?" Karnak smirked. "If I could have avoided giving up either, I would have. But I had no choice because I had to let go of one." Does he miss his past powers? To be honest, sometimes he does. Is he dissatisfied with his current, weakened self? Why wouldn''t he be? Of course, he is. But even so, he never wants to return to being Astra Spiritus. "I was the king of hell. But no matter how much of a king I was, the fact remained that I was living in hell." Of course, becoming human doesn''t mean living in heaven. Don''t people say that this world is hell on earth? Karnak somewhat agrees with that statement. "If there are levels to hell, then human life would be somewhere in the middle." Life as Astra Spiritus was like living in the lowest level of hell. "Rather than reigning as the king of the lowest level of hell and forcing the world to bow at my feet, I''d rather settle for a moderate life in the middle level of hell." He smiled calmly. "I''ve lived through both, so I know exactly what I''m talking about." Serati nodded in understanding. "I see..." Now she understood why necromancy is the ultimate forbidden art. If that was the conclusion reached by someone who had attained its ultimate power... "Is it better to choose death than to become undead...?" Karnak''s eyes widened. "What are you talking about? If you''re about to die, you should become undead if you have to." "What? But just a moment ago, you said..." "That''s why you should avoid necromancy whenever possible. But if you''re on the brink of death, why would you give up on life? At that point, you should do whatever it takes." "Then wouldn''t that defeat the purpose of coming back?" "That''s why, by any means necessary, I must return to being Astra Spiritus." And then, he''ll reverse time again. So he can once more regain his human sensations! "Doesn''t that sound reasonable?" Baros chimed in from the side. "Won''t that take too long? You''d have to kill half the continent''s population to become the Death King again." "I''ve done it before. It won''t take as long as it did back then." "You''re right. That makes sense." As she listened to the two casually discussing their plans, Serati trembled. Now she finally understood their way of thinking. ''Ah, these people were always like this.'' Their way of thinking was entirely different from that of ordinary people. Suddenly, she steeled her resolve. "Lord Karnak." "What?" "I am now your knight. So, I will dedicate my life to protecting you." It wasn''t for Karnak''s sake, but for the sake of humanity and the world. She couldn''t predict what this dangerous man would do if his life were in danger! Karnak tilted his head at Serati''s sudden change in attitude. "...?" In any case, he had no reason to refuse her offer of protection. "Well, thanks, I guess." With the conversation more or less wrapped up, the group resumed their journey. As she watched Karnak walking ahead along the main road, Serati suddenly wondered, ''So, what will he do when he gets old and is about to die?'' *** Five days after departing from Trist City, Karnak and his group arrived at the Jestarad estate. "I''m back, old man Tafel!" The servants of the mansion had come out to greet them, as they had been informed in advance. The old butler, Tafel, greeted Karnak with a bright smile. "Welcome back, my lord." He had already heard the rumors. How Karnak and Baros had made a name for themselves in Derat City. When he first heard that the young master, who had gone to the capital to study magic, had suddenly stayed in Derat City for several months, Tafel was quite worried. While it''s true that seeing the world and gaining experience is a privilege of youth, it doesn''t mean one should neglect their duties and spend all their time idling. At one point, Tafel even worried about how to properly scold him. But who would have thought? The fame of Karnak and Baros, who had made a great impact in Derat City, had spread all the way to the northernmost Jestarad estate of the kingdom. They had dealt with numerous necromancers and saved the kingdom''s people, a truly honorable deed. The prestige of the Jestarad family had also greatly increased. Tafel was about to praise them with joy when he noticed something. ''Hm?'' There was an unfamiliar woman standing behind Karnak. She was a strikingly beautiful woman with luscious red hair, a refreshing demeanor, and vibrant features. To those who had only lived in the countryside, she was an astonishing beauty, the likes of which they had never seen before. ''...Could it be?'' Feeling slightly uneasy, Tafel maintained his composure as he addressed Karnak. "My lord, you have a guest. It would have been nice if you had informed us beforehand." "Oh, right?" As if he had just remembered, Karnak pointed to the woman. "Let me introduce you. This is Serati Allen." If a young man went on a journey and returned with such a beautiful woman, the reason was obvious. The gathered servants of the mansion began to murmur among themselves. "Oh my!" "Could it be?" "Is she the future baroness?" Tafel felt awkward. A lord of a region cannot simply choose a wife based on personal preference. There needs to be a certain level of social compatibility. However, he had never heard of a noble family with the surname Allen. And it was such a common name¡ªlikely meaning she was a commoner rather than a noble. ''Huh, how should I address this?'' But the next thing Karnak said was rather surprising. "She has become a new knight of the Jestarad barony. The formal knighting ceremony will take place later, so prepare for it." "...Pardon?" Tafel blinked in confusion. A knight? Not a prospective wife? ''Why would he make such a woman a knight of our estate?'' She was undoubtedly a stunning beauty with a slender and elegant figure. But those were the virtues of a beauty, not a knight. To survive by the sword, one needs robust muscles, a large build, and a strong presence. Like the man standing beside them now, Sir Baros. "My lord, even though our estate is in a remote area, we can''t just make anyone a knight..." Not only Tafel, but others as well were bewildered, looking back and forth between Karnak and Serati. Seeing their reactions, Baros chuckled. "As expected, just as Serati predicted." "This happens often." Serati didn''t bat an eye. Only mediocre people get upset when they''re underestimated; true strength comes with a certain level of indifference. After all, a true warrior can prove themselves on the spot. Actions speak louder than words¡ªSerati drew her sword. Her sword-drawing motion was so refined that it left everyone somewhat convinced. "Her sword-drawing is impressive." "Well, if a woman is going to use a sword, she''d have to be at least that skilled." "But I''ve heard that graceful swordsmanship isn''t very useful against monsters." Whoooosh! A red light enveloped the blade, and at the same time, an overwhelming aura weighed down on the shoulders of those around. "Gasp!" "Ah!" The servants and maids recoiled in shock. Even Tafel''s eyes shook violently. Even if someone was unfamiliar with swordsmanship, there was no mistaking the power of the light before them. "A-a battle aura sword? Could she be an Aura User?" Not even Sir Baros, recognized as the strongest in Jestarad, or Sir Randolph, who was the strongest knight of Deventor, had reached that level. Wasn''t this the realm of a superhuman, beyond the reach of all the knights of the family combined? Karnak asked nonchalantly. "Do you still have doubts about her abilities?" Of course, there were none. Tafel''s expression just changed slightly as he responded. "No, but why would someone like her become a knight of our estate?" [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 47 - 46: Open Door of the Doom (3) Chapter 47: Chapter 46: Open Door of the Doom (3) Serati, along with Baros, stayed at Karnak''s mansion. While the other knights had their own homes and families, the two of them were still unmarried. A few days later, she officially became knight of Karnak. The knights of Jestarad warmly welcomed her. Naturally, there was no sign of distrust. After all, how could there be any when Serati was an Aura User? The difference in ability was so vast that no one dared to challenge her. Instead, they showed intense curiosity. Just how strong was an Aura User they had only heard about? Was it true that an Aura User, even in a woman''s body, could display such ruthless strength? Because of this, Serati spent busy days sparring with the other knights. *** In the large training ground behind the mansion. A sturdy man in his mid-30s was preparing for a sparring match with Serati. He was Emile, a knight of Jestarad. Holding his practice sword, Emile respectfully spoke. "Please, teach me." Serati, also holding a practice sword, responded just as respectfully. "Teach you? I''m the one who should be learning from you." Emile then charged forward with force. "Hiyaah!" His fierce sword strikes, honed through real combat, targeted her. However, Serati didn''t budge. She simply parried and deflected all his attacks with ease. Clang! Clang! Clang! A series of loud clashes echoed as their swords met repeatedly. Emile''s entire body began to be drenched in sweat. His breathing became increasingly labored. "Huff, huff, huff..." In contrast, Serati remained completely unchanged. Not a drop of sweat, not even her breath, was out of rhythm. Emile''s eyes wavered. ''Is the gap this vast between an Aura User and others?'' He had heard that the red-level Aura Users were just at the entry-level among Aura Users. And the opponent was a woman, no less. Of course, he didn''t expect to win. But he thought he could at least hold his own to some extent, even without awakening his fighting spirit. But there was no contest at all. ''She hasn''t even used her Aura Blade yet!'' With a sigh, Emile retreated under Serati''s counterattack. It seemed like a light, casual strike. But when he tried to block it, the impact felt like being hit by a carriage, sending shockwaves through his entire body. "Ugh!" He barely managed to stay standing out of sheer stubbornness as a man. "I... I haven''t fallen yet!" The other knights watching the sparring match had looks of understanding on their faces. They had already experienced sparring with Serati. "Emile''s putting up a good fight," one knight remarked knowingly. "I know exactly how he feels." "It''s hard to wrap your head around being overpowered by such a delicate woman." Serati wasn''t using any exceptional swordsmanship or intricate techniques. She was simply employing basic, fundamental sword skills. But she was just too strong and too fast. Even without using an Aura Blade, her enhanced physical abilities, amplified by aura, created an insurmountable gap. "Ugh!" In the end, Emile was knocked to the ground. Struggling to pull himself together, he managed to offer his thanks. "Th-thank you for the lesson..." His expression was a mix of humiliation and admiration. It was naturally frustrating to be defeated so easily. But along with that frustration came a deep sense of reverence for an Aura User. Serati also lowered her sword. "You did well." She still hadn''t broken a sweat. But out of courtesy, she pretended to wipe some off. Inwardly, she acknowledged their skills. ''Wow, they''re all at the level of first-class adventurers from the guild?'' She had expected little from them since Karnak often disparaged them, but their abilities weren''t bad at all. Although they lacked experience in fighting against humans, that was understandable given that the primary enemies in Jestarad''s territory were monsters, not a significant flaw. They were well-trained for the circumstances they faced. So why did Karnak and Baros look down on their own knights so much? ''From their perspective, I guess that''s just how it is, huh? Tch.'' Serati pouted. In truth, by their standards, she was third-class too. No, to Karnak, practically everyone in the world was third-class. It was so absurd that she once asked him outright. "Then who exactly do you consider first-class, Lord Karnak?" The answer was simple. "The Four Martial Kings and the Three Archmages." "..." If the Four Martial Kings, who had reached the pinnacle of martial arts, and the Archmages, who had attained the level of gods, were considered first-class, then who were the top-class? "The Dragon Emperor Grateria would be top-class." "And who is second-class?" "The Imperial Knight Commanders of the Empire, or the Guardians of the Federation. Among the Seven Kingdoms Alliance, maybe the Knight Commander of the Altale Kingdom could be included." For reference, these people were all at the silver level, Silver Knights, just one step away from reaching the pinnacle of martial arts. "And everyone below that is third-class?" "Yes." "Does that make any sense? The differences even below that are so vast!" Even a Purple Knight could handle about ten Red Knights on their own. Serati, who was a Red Knight, could easily take on dozens of ordinary warriors. "How can you lump them all together as third-class?" According to Karnak''s logic, it seemed possible. "What''s strange about it? Whether someone has ten coins or a thousand coins, they''re still poor, aren''t they?" "Oh, that''s how you see it?" "...''That''?" Afterward, Karnak wondered aloud, "Why do all my subordinates become so insolent once I take them in?" But that''s not really important here. In any case, from a common-sense perspective, rather than Karnak''s skewed standards, the knights of Jestarad''s territory were quite strong. But even so, it was meaningless in front of Serati. Those who had awakened their battle aura were several times stronger, faster, and had better reflexes than those who hadn''t. Serati understood this well, having experienced it herself before she awakened her own aura. But still... ''How is it that Sir Baros is so strong without even using aura?'' *** "Why? Why do you think so?" Serati was flung backward, still holding her sword. "Ugh!" It wasn''t because of Baros''s strength overpowering her. It was because when Baros deflected her strike, she was thrown back by her own force. "It''s because you''re handling your battle aura clumsily, Dame Serati." Late in the afternoon. As usual, she was receiving instruction from Baros. And it wasn''t just a polite expression; it was genuine "instruction." "Of course, I know my level is still low..." Serati quickly readjusted her stance, wearing an expression of confusion. She was definitely faster. Baros''s movements were clearly slower to her. And yet, even though she could see his attacks coming, she couldn''t block them! "The reason is simple." Baros shrugged, twirling his sword. "You''re wasting too much energy." No matter how fast or strong you can swing your sword, there''s always a delay in returning to your original stance after the swing. Baros was exploiting this delay. "Reducing this delay isn''t just about moving quickly." It requires precise posture, proper control of speed, movements refined through countless repetitions to eliminate unnecessary motion, skill in striking effectively in a single blow, and the experience to instantly recognize the perfect timing and place to strike. "Experience isn''t something you can acquire overnight, but..." Baros moved again. "At the very least, you need to eliminate the unnecessary movements, don''t you think?" Once again, his sword began to dance elegantly. It was still slow, yet it strangely managed to infiltrate Serati''s entire body with its attacks. ''Even so, I''m definitely faster...'' Serati sighed, barely able to keep up with blocking and dodging. Why did all the flaws that she never felt in her usual fights suddenly become so apparent when sparring with Baros? After about a minute passed, something strange happened¡ªBaros''s attacks started to slow down. Serati frowned. "Why are you suddenly going easy on me?" Baros chuckled awkwardly. "I''m not going easy on you; I''m just getting tired." "But you look like you''re going easy on me." "Oh, this? That''s just a habit." He had to make it a habit to fake calmness when he was exhausted to survive. "In any case, this is my limit with my current abilities." "Already?" "It''s impossible to keep up these moves for long without using battle aura. I''m barely managing with controlled breathing and pacing." "Oh..." "Today''s match ends with my loss." "But if this were real combat, I''d be dead by now, wouldn''t I?" Baros simply smiled quietly. It was as good as a confirmation, and Serati shot him a glare. ''Hmph, he''s basically saying he could''ve killed me already if he wanted to.'' Baros found some shade and sat down casually. "Let''s take a break." "Sure." They drank the water they had prepared beforehand and caught their breath. Serati suddenly stared intently at Baros. ''Come to think of it, becoming his subordinate doesn''t seem so bad after all, does it?'' When she first became a necromancer''s subject, Serati had steeled herself for the worst. But now, looking back, it wasn''t as bad as she had feared. Karnak didn''t give her any wicked commands, nor had her nature turned evil. On the contrary, she gained a tremendous amount from receiving instruction from Baros. Serati had always trained in swordsmanship without a proper mentor, learning bits and pieces wherever she could. Thanks to her innate talent and hard work, she became an Aura User at a young age, but she had always hungered for a higher level. S§×ar?h the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. In that sense, Baros was an excellent teacher. He retained the memories of being the world''s strongest warrior, had collected almost all of the most famous sword techniques, and with his rich combat experience, he could clearly distinguish between theory and practice. Perhaps because of his experience fighting while possessing various people, he also had an exceptionally deep understanding of the strengths and weaknesses of others. ''Right, possession. That was honestly amazing.'' Suddenly, Serati''s expression turned dreamy. When her body was taken over, she had been terrified, but now, looking back, it was an incredible experience. She had not just indirectly but directly experienced how her body moved, how her aura flowed, and what it felt like to reach a higher level. Her growing curiosity led her to ask cautiously. "Um, Sir Baros, could you possess my body again like last time?" "Possession?" "Yes. If I could experience it a few more times, I might be able to grasp it..." Baros''s expression turned serious. "It''s not something you should do often." "Why not?" "Actually, that idea was originally the young master''s." The idea was for Baros to possess the body of an Aura User struggling with a wall in his training, allowing him to directly experience a higher level. The theory was that this might help him break through the barrier more easily. To test this hypothesis, they had experimented on a few Aura Users. The results were not satisfactory. "After about three possessions, they went insane." "..." "Possession involves layering another''s soul over the original, right? The original soul becomes so muddled that they eventually lose their sense of self and turn into something like a wraith." Stunned, Serati shouted. "You did something that dangerous to me?" "At the time, it was a matter of life and death, so we had no choice..." Serati quickly gathered her thoughts. ''I can''t let my guard down around these people.'' If she wasn''t careful, who knows what might happen to her. Even if she gains something, she must remain vigilant. "So, if they went mad after the third time, does that mean it''s safe to do it twice?" "How does that even make sense?" Baros looked at Serati, taken aback. ''This young lady thinks quite similarly to the young master,'' he thought. No matter how dangerous, it seemed she still wanted to gain whatever she could. "Now, now! It''s dangerous, so just forget about it. Besides, Dame Serati, you''ll become stronger without resorting to that. You''re still young, after all." "Pfft." She let out a small laugh. It was amusing how he sounded like a grandfather scolding his granddaughter, even though he looked like a young man in his twenties. ''Well, Sir Baros is actually quite old, isn''t he?'' His body might be around her age, but inside, he''s like a 100-year-old monster. And the same goes for Karnak. You can''t judge either of them just by their appearances. "By the way, it''s been hard to see Lord Karnak lately." Serati glanced toward the mansion, as if the thought had just occurred to her. "Is it because he''s a lord? I suppose he has a lot of work piled up." Baros shrugged. "He must be busy, though probably not just because of catching up on work." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 48 - 47: Open Door of the Doom (4) Chapter 48: Chapter 47: Open Door of the Doom (4) Jestarad Mansion, 2nd Floor, Lord''s Office. Once again, Karnak swiftly handled his official duties, quickly finishing them, and then fully immersed himself in his true work. He was reprocessing the Darkness of Doom he had taken from Shutraff. He manipulated the darkness in the subspace, letting out a sigh as he worked. "Ah, this is such a hassle." He had three tasks he needed to complete. First, he needed to convert the Darkness of Doom he had stolen from Shutraff into Chaos Power. This was a task that required time to accomplish. No matter how wise and knowledgeable Karnak, who once held the title of the Death King, was, it would still take several months. To be precise, because he was once the Death King, what would have taken years could now be reduced to months. And he also needed to figure out how Shutraff managed to fuse Necromantic Power with Divine Power. This was another question that could not be answered immediately. ''Although it''s been heavily altered, it doesn''t seem to have changed much from the original nature of Astra Spiritus.'' Of course, there could be aspects that Karnak hadn''t yet discovered, so this was something that also needed to be checked over a long period. ''Or maybe Shutraff had something special about him?'' That possibility seemed unlikely as well. Before handing the body over to Alius, he had thoroughly examined it but found no differences from other clerics. Nevertheless, the reason the possibility was considered ''unlikely'' rather than ''impossible'' was because the time spent investigating was not long enough, and there might have been parts that were missed. In any case, if the problem didn''t lie with Shutraff, then the next possibility had to be considered. ''Could it be that my authority originally had the ability to fuse with other energies, and I just didn''t realize it?'' It wasn''t an entirely unreasonable thought. The power of Karnak, who had become Astra Spiritus, was an ultimate force that transcended even necromantic power. It was entirely possible that it could break the usual conventions of necromantic power. However, this too didn''t seem to add up. He had been Astra Spiritus for 70 years, and during that time, he had used and manipulated power countless times, and yet he was unaware of this? If he had been that foolish, he wouldn''t have been called the Death King in the first place. ''There is a way to confirm this...'' The easiest method would be to trigger the phenomenon once more. Selecting an appropriate cleric and forcibly injecting the Darkness of Doom to observe the changes would be the quickest way. In the past, he certainly would have done just that. ''But that''s not the right thing to do now, is it?'' So, this issue was also set aside for now. After all, there was a more important matter at hand. ''I need to stop the Doom first.'' He needed to stop the spreading Darkness of Doom from further consuming the world. ''Once this is dealt with, the rest can be resolved slowly. At least the situation won''t worsen.'' Thanks to extracting the darkness from Shutraff, he had sufficient information. He had a rough idea of how the Darkness of Doom flowed and how it traversed through space-time. Currently, Karnak was creating the ''Eye of Darkness'' through subspace. It was a type of magical entity that explored space-time to read the flow of necromantic power. As he was diligently manipulating the Darkness of Doom, Karnak sighed again. "Ah, this is really a hassle." Creating the Eye of Darkness and using it to read the flow of the world was similar to flying a kite to gauge the wind. The materials for the kite were not expensive. Even the string connecting the kite was the same. It was something Karnak''s necromantic power could easily handle. However, just because the method was simple didn''t mean the task itself was easy. Even flying a kite requires a high level of skill if it is to be done precisely, doesn''t it? S§×ar?h the N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. And this was not just flying a kite in the sky but launching an authority-bearing entity into the depths of space-time. It didn''t require much necromantic power, but it did need to be incredibly complex and precise. Of course, the difficulty wasn''t so great that Karnak, the former Death King, struggled, but it was an extremely tedious and intricate task. It was akin to setting up thousands of dominoes. Anyone can set up a domino, but setting up thousands without making a mistake requires considerable skill, mental strength, and concentration. Moreover, no matter how skilled one is, it cannot be done in an instant. It''s a tedious and repetitive task. "Ah, back in the day, I wouldn''t have needed to do this." If he were still the Death King, he would have just used his infinite power to shatter space-time and quickly scanned through it. "Wait, now that I think about it, even if I had the power, I couldn''t do it like that." That would be like declaring to the whole world, "The King of Death has descended here!" "I can''t do that now." Letting go of his regrets, Karnak refocused on the task of manipulating the darkness. His appearance resembled not so much an evil necromancer wielding the powers of death and darkness, but rather... ''...more like someone sewing on a button for a living.'' Suddenly, Karnak glanced out the window. It was about time for Baros and Serati to finish their training. ''Did they get anything out of it, that guy?'' Serati must have gained a lot. Being an empty vessel, anything poured into it would fill it up. Even though it was considered empty, that was only by Karnak''s standards. The real issue was whether Baros got what he wanted from Serati. Baros wasn''t spending time with Serati purely out of goodwill. By guiding her and observing her progress, he aimed to find a clue to his own awakening of battle aura. However, there was still no news of him becoming an aura user. ''Seriously, how is it possible that someone who was once the world''s strongest warrior can''t even get past such a basic stage?'' At the same time, Serati was pondering the exact same question. ''Is it possible that someone who was once the world''s strongest swordsman can''t even get past such a basic stage?'' During the morning training sessions, Baros was the teacher, and Serati was the student. In contrast, during the afternoon training sessions, their roles were reversed. "Whew..." Baros sat under the shade of a tree, regulating his breathing. He entered a deep meditation, slowly exhaling long, thin breaths. "How is it? Do you feel anything?" Serati asked cautiously, and Baros responded with an awkward smile. "Not at all." "That''s strange..." Serati looked perplexed, clearly unable to understand, and Baros asked her a question. "How was it when you first awakened your battle aura, Dame Serati?" After a moment of thought, Serati slowly began to speak. "I observed myself, reaching out to the light within me, transforming into a sword..." "Not a line from a swordsmanship manual, please." After all, Baros had memorized every first-class swordsmanship manual on the continent. "It''s not like I don''t know that, you know?" Serati bristled. "You said you didn''t know Tascal swordsmanship, though." The Tascal school was a prestigious and ancient school in the central part of the Kingdom of Yustil, mainly spread among adventurers. It was also the swordsmanship that she had learned. Baros scratched his head. "I mean, I''ve memorized all the first-class swordsmanship manuals..." "Oh, so Tascal is just third-class swordsmanship, huh?" "It''s not exactly that, more like it''s a common swordsmanship style?" "That''s pretty much the same thing!" Serati glared at him. Feeling embarrassed, Baros chuckled awkwardly before speaking. "It would be helpful if you could share a more intuitive feeling, just your own, Dame Serati." "Well, that''s..." She took a moment to recall the time when she awakened her battle aura. If she stripped away all the unnecessary embellishments and described only that moment honestly? "...It just happened." "I figured." That''s exactly what every aura user who has awakened their battle aura says. It just happened. I kept trying, and it happened. "Is it really a problem with my talent?" As Baros worried, Serati looked at him with an expression of disbelief. "How could Sir Baros not have talent?" After spending all morning making her feel like a fool, he was now claiming to have no talent? What did that make her? "The talent for wielding battle aura and the talent for awakening battle aura might be different." Baros was assessing himself critically. He undoubtedly had the talent to wield battle aura, to wield a sword, to use his body¡ªall of these. "But the talent to make a sword and the talent to wield a sword are different, aren''t they?" Wielding a sword was the domain of a swordsman, but making a sword was the domain of a blacksmith. "Maybe battle aura is similar in that way." With a sigh, Baros sat down again and resumed his meditation, trying once more to feel the battle aura. Of course, the result was the same as before. "Ah, it''s still not working." Serati, who had been watching, tilted her head in confusion. "But am I really helping you with anything, Sir Baros?" She asked the question, and though he answered, she still didn''t know what she was supposed to do for him. Baros already knew everything she knew, and at a much higher level, too. "Why do you even need me?" "Just in case." Baros had his own reasons. "There''s a saying that even a frog forgets its tadpole days." Baros had played in waters filled with frogs of the highest caliber, the stage of the super king frogs. All of his swordsmanship theories came from these king frogs. "I thought maybe hearing a tadpole''s perspective might reveal something different..." "..." For a moment, Serati thought. ''Should I really stay calm after hearing something like this? Even if it means dying, shouldn''t I just bash this guy''s skull in?'' Of course, it was just a thought. She was too scared to actually do it. "Ah..." All she could do was let out a sigh. ''Even so, I think this is the first time I''ve been treated so poorly despite being an aura user.'' Conveniently, Baros let out a sigh at the same time. "When I think about how much effort I put in during my previous life and still failed, only to end up obtaining the dark aura through the young master''s power, I wonder if I truly have no talent in this area." Watching him sulk, Serati suddenly had another thought. ''Even so, isn''t this just too strange?'' He knew nearly all of the world''s top-class swordsmanship. If he could just grasp any aura, he could wield it as if it were his own. His physical abilities were extraordinary, and his combat instincts were top-notch. Leaving aside experience and other factors, Baros was undoubtedly a born warrior. There was no question about that. So how could he lack the talent to awaken battle aura and therefore be unable to use it? ''Is it even possible that the talent for awakening battle aura is entirely separate from a warrior''s talent?'' Sure, the talents of a blacksmith and a swordsman are different. ''But a swordsman doesn''t gain a blacksmith''s skills just by intensely training in swordsmanship, right?'' On the other hand, battle aura is something that a swordsman can awaken through rigorous training in swordsmanship. In that sense, it should be seen as an extension of martial prowess. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed that his analogy about the blacksmith was off. ''Could there be some other reason?'' *** It had been a little over a month since Karnak returned to the Jestarad territory. During that time, Serati had firmly established herself as a knight of Jestarad, while Baros continued to struggle with finding the key to awakening his battle aura, as usual. Then one day, Karnak called both of them. "It''s finished." "Oh, finally?" Baros asked, delighted. "Does that mean everything''s done now?" "If everything goes according to plan, yes." Only Serati, who wasn''t in the loop, looked confused. "What do you mean by ''done''?" "Oh, it''s... something." "I''ll explain it to you later." Karnak, Baros, and Serati prepared to leave the mansion. Officially, they were heading into the nearby forest to absorb the natural energy in order to advance Karnak''s mana by a level. Of course, there was another reason entirely. "What if someone catches us launching the Eye of Darkness in our territory?" After all, this was necromancy. If the Churches of the Seven Goddesses caught even a whiff of it, things would get really complicated. "That''s why we''re doing it in the neighboring territory, the Deventor estate." Baros nodded in agreement, appreciating the clever plan. "If we get caught, we can always pin the blame on the Deventor side!" "Exactly!" Serati hesitantly raised her hand. "Um, didn''t you say you were done with doing bad things?" "Huh? Is this considered a bad thing?" "...I''m more curious as to why you think this isn''t a bad thing." "It''s not that I don''t realize it''s bad..." Karnak wasn''t some fool who couldn''t distinguish between good and evil. What he struggled with was not the existence of good and evil but the degree of it. "I mean, isn''t this something that other people do too?" His goal was to live a balanced life, doing a mix of good and bad deeds like any normal person, not to avoid all evil and live purely virtuously like a saint or sage. Serati hesitated. The Deventor Viscounty was a long-standing rival of the Jestarad Barony, with a history of bloody conflicts. They had killed not only the previous baron but also Karnak''s siblings, and Karnak himself had nearly been killed by them. Was it really an "unacceptable evil" to frame such an enemy? "It does seem like something others would do as well..." Karnak smiled brightly. "Then let''s get going." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 49 - 48: Open Door of the Doom (5) Chapter 49: Chapter 48: Open Door of the Doom (5) In a forest on the outskirts of the Deventor territory, three people sat around a campfire. It was Karnak and his companions, who had ventured deep into the woods to avoid being seen by others. Looking up at the night sky, Baros asked, "How much longer do we have to wait, young master?" "Not yet. The efficiency is highest when the night is at its peak," Karnak replied. "The moon seems high enough already though..." "Well, it''s not much longer now." Serati wore a dazed expression. The story she had heard earlier had been so shocking that she was still in a state of disbelief. ''My goodness...'' World domination and space-time regression sounded grandiose, but they were always "someone else''s story." But now, it was a situation that had become her reality. ''Is that man really the source of all this?'' Given the circumstances, it was unlikely to be a lie. Karnak had no reason to deceive her, and if he was truly a transcendent being who had even ruled the world as a god-like entity (albeit a god of death), it wasn''t entirely unreasonable that he could have caused such a calamity. It just didn''t feel real that an ordinary person like her was caught up in such events. ''I thought I was somewhat special...'' Even her title as a genius beauty swordswoman who awakened battle aura in her twenties felt utterly common compared to these people. She could only let out a sigh. "Sigh..." After some more time passed, Karnak, who had been sitting by the campfire, stood up. "It''s about time." Serati had a rough idea of what he was about to do next. She asked cautiously, "Are you going to close the Door of Darkness now?" If the Door of Darkness were closed, would the Darkness of Doom stop descending? Would the world stop falling into chaos, and would the calamities cease? Her question, laced with hope, made Karnak snort. "You think I''m going to close the door? With what power? How could I directly interfere with space-time?" Manipulating space-time itself requires an immense amount of power. It might have been possible during his time as the Death King, but in his current state, it was out of the question. "Then what did you mean by ''the end''?" she asked. "I meant I''d figure out how to close it." Creating a projectile unaffected by space-time to explore is a matter of technique, something that Karnak could still manage. "I''m planning to secretly pass the information to the Churches of the Seven Goddesses." There was no need for him to be the one to close the Door of Darkness. As long as someone closed it, that was enough. Passing the information along wouldn''t be difficult either. "I''ll just say I came across the information while dealing with Shutraff. No need to bother forging an ancient manuscript; I can just pass it off as a copied version." "What if the Seven Churches ignore it?" she asked. "The Seven Churches aren''t that stupid." Having faced them himself, Karnak knew well the strength of the Seven Churches. They would undoubtedly verify the truth and realize that it was a viable method. "Won''t they figure it out on their own after that? They can gather the full strength of the Seven Churches and even summon the three Archmages. They should manage somehow." Karnak spread his hands. A black aura began to rise, forming a strange shape. It was the Eye of Darkness, a probe that could traverse space-time. The Eye of Darkness slowly ascended high into the sky. The sky trembled. Black clouds swirled, opening a gate to the void. Torrential rain poured down as thunder roared in all directions! ...None of that happened. The Eye of Darkness simply rose silently and disappeared just as quietly. It was so uneventful that it felt almost anticlimactic. Serati, slightly disappointed, murmured, "It''s awfully quiet, isn''t it?" "Of course," Karnak chuckled. "There''s no change in space-time." Opening the Door of Darkness and sending out the Eye of Darkness wasn''t what happened. The Eye of Darkness itself possesses the property of traversing space-time. "Just because you fly a kite in the sky doesn''t mean a storm will suddenly break out, right?" "Oh, so it''s something like that," Serati replied, understanding. The Eye of Darkness safely entered the other side of space-time. Now, Karnak had to concentrate as much as possible. "From now on, I''ll be in a state where I''m mentally absent. Keep watch," he instructed. Baros and Serati, tense, drew their swords. "Yes, young master!" "Understood!" Karnak closed his eyes and began to shift his senses toward the Eye of Darkness. *** A vast void unfolded before his eyes. It was the other side of space-time, outside the world. It was an infinite realm so wide and incomprehensibly far that its end could not be perceived. In front of this void, even the world itself was nothing but a tiny speck of dust. A mere human mind could never truly grasp this infinity; only feeble imagination was permitted. One must not perceive it. The moment a mortal soul fully realizes this infinity, it would go mad. Yet, without perceiving this void, it''s impossible to explore it. This task required an extremely delicate calibration of perception¡ªtaking in only what was necessary and ignoring the rest. ''Alright, let''s go.'' Perceive, then ignore. Perceive again, then ignore. Through endless neglect and abandon, Karnak navigated the void, protecting his soul and identity. Eons passed by. It was also just a fleeting moment. In the chaotic realm where time lost its meaning, he wandered, searching for his goal. Finally, a massive shape appeared on the other side of the void. It was a giant tree. Or, it could have been a tiny, withered sprout. Ignoring the contradictory perceptions, Karnak approached the tree. Upon closer inspection, it wasn''t a tree. It was a mass of decaying, giant skeletons, resembling a hanged corpse with countless bone branches stretching out like arms. He let out a bitter smile. That grotesque form was the true essence of the power the Death King once wielded. A force that turned the world into hell, annihilated humanity, shattered the boundary between life and death, and ultimately blurred the line between reality and illusion¡ªa corruption in its purest form. S~ea??h the n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. ''I really was a strange guy. What was so great about carrying around something like that?'' he thought, clicking his tongue as he approached the void''s tree, Astra Spiritus. The massive trunk was wrapped in blood. Dark currents flowed along each branch. The intense aura of death caused sprouts to emerge and bear fruit. The ripened fruits dropped one by one. Each time, space-time quivered slightly, and a rift formed in the void. The fallen fruit vanished beyond the void. And with it, the Darkness of Doom spread across the world... ''Ugh, I need to stay focused.'' Karnak shook off the daze and concentrated. The important thing now was to stop this catastrophe. "Now, let''s see..." It was originally his power. The authority he had nurtured and cultivated. Although it had degenerated significantly, the basic flow hadn''t changed. He guided the Eye of Darkness along that flow, slowly moving it. Amidst the swirling storm of darkness, he sensed the densest shadow. ''Is it over there?'' He would penetrate the authority, extract the necessary information, and find a way to prevent this corrupted power of the void from interfering with the world any longer. As he continued to approach, Karnak felt a moment of doubt. ''I hope this plan works...'' Despite the confident front he put on in front of Baros and Serati, Karnak wasn''t entirely sure of this plan. He was confident in his ability to search the void, but there was no guarantee that the search would lead to a clue. Even if he found a clue, it wasn''t certain that it would lead to a solution. So why did he boast so much? ''No need to create unnecessary anxiety. If there''s no solution, I''ll worry about that when the time comes.'' Finally, he reached near Astra Spiritus. The Eye of Darkness slowly circled in front of the giant tree, reminiscent of the mythical World Tree but emitting an aura of malice. ''Where should I enter from?'' While searching for a suitable entry point, a voice suddenly spoke. "Withdraw, mortal..." Karnak was startled. It was a voice that shouldn''t exist in this infinite void. "What, what is this?" The voice continued. "This is a realm forbidden to those destined to disappear." In his confusion, Karnak glanced at the dark tree, which had once been his power. ''Surely that thing isn''t the one talking, right?'' Just in case, he cautiously asked, "...Who are you?" "I am death." Surprisingly, the answer came back without resistance. "Death, darkness, and the fate to destroy the world." It was such a sudden and vague statement that it hardly felt like an answer at all. At the same time, a fierce storm surged. An invisible force shook the Eye of Darkness violently, like a leaf in a storm. "Gah, ugh!" Karnak was thrown into chaos. The energy was so overwhelming that he couldn''t control the Eye of Darkness. "Damn it! What the hell is happening?" What made it even more confusing was that the force pushing him away was the Darkness of Doom. ''Is something manipulating my power as it pleases?'' A wave rippled out from the giant tree of darkness, Astra Spiritus. Boom! The Eye of Darkness, caught in the wave, began to tear apart. As his consciousness blurred, a grand voice echoed. "I command you in the name of Tesranak." That was the last thing he heard. "Depart, pitiful mortal..." Karnak''s consciousness began to plummet rapidly back to the ground. "W-whoaaa!" *** A buzzing sound rang in his ears. "...Master!" "...Lord Karnak!" It was the voices of Baros and Serati. Karnak forced his eyes open. His vision was gradually returning. "Are you conscious? Can you see me?" "Are you alright?" Karnak groaned and managed to lift himself up. Looking around, he asked, "What just happened?" "What do you mean...?" Baros explained that while they were guarding him, Karnak suddenly started trembling and then collapsed. They had quickly laid him down and were massaging his limbs in an attempt to help. "Did the plan not work?" Baros asked. "Whether it worked or not..." Karnak, trying to piece together his confused thoughts, looked at Baros. "That god the cultists believe in¡ªwhat was its name again? Something like the god of death...?" "Huh? Oh, uh..." Baros hesitated, unsure, as it was such a bizarre question that he hadn''t really committed it to memory. Instead, Serati spoke up. "Are you talking about Tesranak? The god of death, darkness, and destruction that the darkness cult worships..." "That''s right, Tesranak." He confirmed it again. The voice had indeed called itself "Tesranak." "I... I met that thing." "What? Tesranak?" "Yeah, that." Baros blinked in disbelief. "What do you mean you met Tesranak? The god of death and darkness?" "...Is it even possible for something like Tesranak to actually exist?" Serati asked, her voice filled with disbelief. Karnak frowned and looked up at the sky. "No, it absolutely shouldn''t exist." The night sky remained as ordinary as ever. But what had occurred beyond that sky was far from ordinary. "Yet, why does it exist?" *** In a subspace where only darkness existed, with no distinction between up and down, three figures stood in the void. The Pope of Death, the High Priest of Darkness, and the Saintess of Destruction. They were the three saints who led the cult of the Dark God, which worshiped Tesranak. The world regarded them as the leaders of a heretical cult, evil beings that disrupted the order, but to the followers of the Dark God, they were the most sacred individuals. A man''s voice echoed through the darkness. "There has been a disturbance in the Sanctuary." "How could that be?" another man questioned. "The Sanctuary is called a sanctuary because nothing can encroach upon it." "I do not know. But it has undoubtedly occurred." A woman spoke in a calm voice. "We must investigate." The darkness vanished, and the forms of the three figures melted into it. The scene shifted. The woman opened her eyes in an elegant chamber adorned with white marble. She was a beautiful woman with blue eyes, brown skin, and long golden hair cascading down to her waist. As she rose, she murmured to herself, "The Sanctuary has been breached? How strange." The woman rang a magical bell. Ding, ding! Soon, a young maid hurried into the chamber, trembling as she bowed her head. "You summoned me, Lady Elezar." The sight made the woman, Elezar, chuckle softly. She had intended to have the maid call for her confidant, but it seemed the maid was new and overly nervous. Elezar smiled gently, trying to reassure the maid. "There''s no need to be so frightened." "I-I''m sorry!" Of course, the maid couldn''t help but remain tense. Though Elezar appeared to be in her early thirties, she was actually over fifty years old. Her mastery of magic had far surpassed the limits of humanity, slowing her body''s aging and making her appear youthful. She was one of the three Archmages who had reached the pinnacle of all magic, and the Imperial Court Mage of the Lacaenia Empire. Elezar de Reflacion, a pursuer of the 10th Circle. As one of the strongest beings in the human world, how could a mere maid possibly feel at ease around her? Watching the still-trembling maid, Elezar gave her orders. "Could you fetch Hudel for me? Just tell him I''m looking for him." "Yes, Lady Elezar." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 50 - 49: King’s Order (1) - Part 1 Chapter 50: Chapter 49: King''s Order (1) - Part 1 It''s been a month since the encounter with the unidentified entity, Tesranak. During that time, Karnak attempted to enter the Void two more times. He repeated the process of creating and deploying the Eye of Darkness. Since it took him about half a month to create just one, two attempts were his limit. However, he gained nothing from them. At least during the first encounter, he was able to get close. But during the second attempt, he couldn''t even get near, and during the third, it was impossible to determine its location. This clearly meant that someone was actively guarding against his approach and blocking him. "So, I''ve decided not to continue with the exploration." Karnak explained the situation after calling Baros and Serati. "If I keep going, I''m worried they might pinpoint my location instead. It''s too dangerous." It''s foolish to keep handing over information when the identity of the opponent remains unknown. There''s a need for restraint at an appropriate point. Baros asked, "So, you haven''t learned anything, young master?" "Not exactly." Didn''t they discover that there is an entity with will that is influencing Karnak''s old powers? "We need to figure out what that is first. Only then can we address the issue of the Darkness of Doom." "For now, it''s certain that it''s related to the Cult of the Dark God." "Probably, since they mentioned Tesranak." The problem lies in the stance of the Cult of the Dark God in this situation. "I mentioned this before, didn''t I, Baros?" This situation can be compared to Karnak throwing out a pile of gold coins and everyone, even dogs and cows, scrambling to pick them up. "But it turns out there was a special tree that bore the gold coins. An enormous and towering gold coin tree that ordinary people couldn''t even see." "And?" "What if there was someone who could see that tree? And what if that person was furiously striking the tree with a pole to make the gold coins fall? And then, when someone else tries to approach the tree, they swing the pole wildly, telling them to get lost?" The question is whether the Cult of the Dark God are the ones picking up the gold coins, or the ones swinging the pole. If they''re just mindlessly picking up the falling gold coins, it''s not much of a problem. But if they''re the ones swinging the pole? "Then it becomes a serious issue." Serati blinked her eyes. "...Is it really that serious?" "You seem to be missing the point because I used a metaphor with a pole, Serati. That would mean their power extends to the other side of space-time." "But didn''t Lord Karnak just extend his power to the other side of space-time?" "It''s completely different." Karnak''s method was merely using the Eye of Darkness to observe the interior of the Void. He couldn''t exert any real influence. "The difference is as vast as observing something 10 kilometers away from a distance, versus directly manipulating an object 10 kilometers away from afar." Expanding the domain of power to the other side of space-time? Even for Karnak, who had become Astra Spiritus, this was something he could barely achieve after decades of failure. That''s what the Space-Time Regression Spell is. "This is why I said it''s something that absolutely shouldn''t be possible." To reach out to Karnak''s old powers, which exist on the other side of space-time, one would need to possess an absolute power that even surpasses Karnak in his days as the Death King. "If they truly have that much power, there''s no need to just drop gold coins; they could simply uproot the entire tree." "Maybe they''re deliberately leaving it because they want to keep picking the gold coins?" "I used the tree as a metaphor, but the Darkness of Doom doesn''t really keep producing fruits, you know?" No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn''t understand the current situation. "Sending influence from the present world beyond the void doesn''t make any sense. If they had that much power, there would be no need for such actions. But if that''s the case, it implies that this Tesranak exists separately within the void. The question is, where did such a being suddenly come from?" As Karnak muttered to himself, Serati, who had been watching him, cautiously spoke up. "Um, how about this?" She was someone who liked legends and heroic tales of all sorts. Since she knew almost nothing about magic, she could imagine things that a mage wouldn''t even think of. "What if Lord Karnak''s powers themselves became an entity with a will of its own?" Baros snorted. "Does that even make sense? Then would Serati''s aura also become a ghost and wander around? Maybe it''ll even answer if we talk to it." However, Karnak didn''t laugh it off. "Of course, it''s nonsense, but the situation itself is so absurd that I can''t entirely dismiss it." Disregarding the common sense of magic, the phenomenon itself makes for a surprisingly plausible hypothesis. If it''s not that someone is swinging the pole, but rather that the tree itself is spilling out the Darkness of Doom and swinging its branches to ward off those who approach, it more or less fits the scenario. Baros frowned. "That seems like a bit of a stretch, don''t you think?" So does that mean this tree of power of darkness named itself Tesranak? And is it distributing power to the Cult of the Dark God and playing the role of the god of death out of its own will? Did a consciousness, a being out of nothing, spontaneously arise from something that was merely power? "This would mean that the young master created a god. Come on, as amazing as you are, young master, that''s a bit too much self-importance..." Karnak, blushing, retorted. "Who said I created a god? There''s nothing else to do but speculate." Yes, this is ultimately the problem. The lack of knowledge. "For now, there''s nothing we can do. Not until we learn more about this Tesranak entity." And there was only one way to learn more about Tesranak from this world. "It seems I''ll have to investigate the Cult of the Dark God after all..." In both his past life and this one, only they had ever uttered that name. Karnak furrowed his brow. "...How should I go about investigating them in my current state?" sea??h th§× n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 51 - 50: King’s Order (1) - Part 2 Chapter 51: Chapter 50: King''s Order (1) - Part 2 *** An age of chaos. Necromancers had sprung up all over the continent, so the Churches of the Seven Goddesses revived the Inquisitor system and reorganized it to combat them. These specially trained Inquisitors, along with various collaborators, hunted and judged necromancers, and these collaborators came to be known as Darkness Hunters. However, there were situations that couldn''t be addressed by this alone. The Cult of the Dark God, which spread its influence across the entire continent, was one such case. At first, the kingdoms didn''t pay much attention to the Cult of the Dark God. It was inevitable that all kinds of cults would emerge when the world fell into chaos. They assumed that this was just another one of those common occurrences. But the Cult of the Dark God was different from any cult they had seen before. This cult, which worshiped the god of death, Tesranak, was expanding its influence at an astonishing speed. The speed was so terrifying that before long, it had spread across the entire continent, becoming a threat that neither the Churches of the Seven Goddesses nor the worldly powers could ignore. The Cult of the Dark God had infiltrated the upper echelons of society, including high-ranking nobles, and even royalty and great feudal lords. It was unclear why those with such secure positions would fall into such a cult, but what mattered was that they held positions of power in their respective kingdoms. The Churches of the Seven Goddesses could be granted the authority to hunt down individual necromancers. This fell under the realm of "public order." However, when high-ranking individuals with influence were involved, it entered the realm of "politics" or "treason." For the Churches of the Seven Goddesses to manage this as well, its authority would need to be significantly expanded. To effectively deal with them, the Churches would need the power to punish even high-ranking nobles and royalty at will, which would be a serious infringement on secular authority by the ecclesiastical power. Therefore, the Alliance of the Seven Kingdoms established a separate dedicated agency. They granted the authority of inspectors to non-clerics to deal with cultists directly. This agency, tasked solely with hunting the Cult of the Dark God, was a special royal agency known as the King''s Order. *** Karnak asked, his mouth agape. "To investigate Tesranak, we probably need to capture someone at a high rank within the cult, right?" Baros, grinding his teeth, replied. "There''s no way the ordinary followers would have any important information." Savoring the nutty flavor of sesame seeds spreading in his mouth, Karnak continued. "It''s going to be tough for us alone to catch a high-ranking member." Baros nodded as he licked the sweet sugar cream off his tongue. "These guys are hiding so well that hoping to stumble upon one while hunting down random necromancers is unrealistic. At best, we''d only catch some low-level grunts." With a serious expression, Karnak swallowed the contents in his mouth. "Maybe we''ll have to join the King''s Order after all?" Baros, equally serious, wiped the sugar off his lips and responded. "Probably, yes." "I understand that you two are discussing something really important...," Serati, who had been watching them, asked in disbelief. "But how can you eat snacks in such a serious situation?" The two men vehemently protested. "Of course, we can eat!" "Absolutely! We even turned back time just to eat these!" "Oh, it''s delicious every time." "Indeed." That''s right. No matter how the fate of the world wavers or how close the end approaches, one cannot forsake important routines. Specifically, afternoon snack time. "..." Serati just remained silent. Watching these two grown men giggle over a plate of sweets like schoolgirls, she didn''t know what to think. ''In a strange way, it''s almost pitiful.'' Karnak, on the other hand, looked at her as if he didn''t understand her reaction. "Serati, don''t you want some snacks?" "I don''t like sweets." At that moment, both men were deeply shocked. sea??h th§× nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Gasp!" "No way!" "How can you not like sweets?" "You''ve given up half of life''s happiness." With a sigh, Serati pushed the tray of snacks aside. "If you''re done eating, why don''t we get back to discussing?" Even then, both men grabbed a handful of remaining snacks, clearly unwilling to leave any behind. Clutching the snacks in his hand as if they were precious, Karnak put on a serious expression. "Alright then, let''s think about how to join the King''s Order." The Kingdom of Yustil, too, had established the King''s Order and was hunting down the Cult of the Dark God, also known as the Dark Cult. Karnak had heard the rumors about this. Likewise, Baros, who was holding a colorful candy on his palm the size of a pot lid, had a worried expression on his face. "I''ve heard that the qualifications for entry are incredibly high." Since it''s not just about hunting ordinary necromancers, the King''s Order is granted immense authority. They can arrest and interrogate nobles and royalty on the spot, and if the evidence is clear, they even have the power to execute immediately. Without this level of authority, it would be impossible to deal with the clandestine activities of the Dark Cult. Of course, to prevent misuse of such power, the selection criteria for the King''s Order are extremely strict and rigorous. Members must demonstrate loyalty to the royal family, devout faith in the Seven Goddesses, exceptional martial prowess and combat skills, and ample experience in dealing with necromancy. "Even though we''ve made a name for ourselves as Darkness Hunters in Derat City, is that really enough to meet these entry requirements?" "It''s not just about meeting the requirements." Before that, they didn''t even have a way to get through the threshold of the King''s Order. The King''s Order operates strictly on a recommendation basis, so it''s not enough to just have strong skills. Although Karnak does have a connection with Alius from the Church of the Seven Goddesses... "The King''s Order is a royal agency, after all." As a mere local noble, Karnak had no connections with the royal family. "If they selected people purely based on skill, we might have had a chance..." "Exactly. It''s not like there''s a public entry test or anything..." "Maybe we''ve been stuck in the countryside too long, huh?" "What can we do? Who could have seen this coming?" "What should we do? Just head to the capital and suddenly show up at the King''s Order headquarters?" "Isn''t that a bit reckless?" "What other choice do we have right now?" Karnak and Baros were deep in thought, their faces serious. Of course, even in this serious moment, they continued munching on their snacks and candies. Serati, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up. "So, Lord Karnak, your goal right now is to join the King''s Order, right?" "Why? Do you know someone who can help?" "Not just someone. If you want, you could apply for entry right now." "Huh?" "Us?" [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 52 - 51: King’s Order (2) Chapter 52: Chapter 51: King''s Order (2) The connections of Serati were already known to the two of them. "We have Mr. Alius, don''t we?" Of course, there was a reason the two had initially excluded Alius. "Isn''t the King''s Order directly under the royal family?" "Wasn''t it a separate organization from the Churches of the Seven Goddesses?" She corrected their misunderstanding. "It''s true that it''s an independent organization, but it''s not completely unrelated either." No matter how much each royal family tries to independently hunt down the cultists, they cannot exclude the Churches of the Seven Goddesses. To deal with necromancers, the presence of powerful clerics is essential. For this reason, each royal family wanted to have high-ranking clerics from the Churches of the Seven Goddesses directly under their control. Naturally, the Churches of the Seven Goddesses were initially perplexed by this. The authority of the Inquisition must be exercised in the name of the Great Goddess. Only those who are ordained have the right to carry out such duties. But to grant the authority of an inquisitor to an outsider, and even attach clerics as their subordinates? This posed several doctrinal issues. In fact, there was significant opposition from fundamentalists. However, reality could not be ignored. The Churches of the Seven Goddesses were already overwhelmed by the numerous necromancy incidents plaguing the continent. If secular powers were willing to take on the cult of the Dark God, it would undoubtedly be a great help. "There have also been cases where the Churches of the Seven Goddesses suffered greatly in incidents involving the Dark Cult." When political issues are involved, the Churches of the Seven Goddesses, which generally maintain a distance from worldly affairs, cannot afford to waste unnecessary time. In other words, the royal families taking the lead in these matters is something the Churches of the Seven Goddesses would also welcome. So, a compromise was reached. The King''s Order would remain directly under the royal family, but its members would be selected through recommendations by the Churches of the Seven Goddesses. If the royal family were to appoint someone directly, they would need to be reviewed by the Churches of the Seven Goddesses. This arrangement would prevent secular rulers from arbitrarily abusing the authority of the inquisitors, while also addressing any doctrinal concerns to some extent. The royal families accepted these terms. After all, they were in a position where they needed the support of clerics from the Churches of the Seven Goddesses, so they couldn''t afford to be too stubborn. "...For this reason, Mr. Alius also has the authority to make recommendations. He''s a first-tier inquisitor, after all." Listening to the explanation, Karnak suddenly found it odd. "How does Serati know about all this?" This isn''t the kind of information you could glean from mere rumors. It''s something only those deeply involved would know. "That''s because I heard it directly from Mr. Alius himself." Serati smiled softly. "From the beginning, Mr. Riltein and I were supposed to receive a recommendation to join the King''s Order." It turned out that the Trist City incident that Karnak''s group handled was a kind of test. Serati was an aura user, and Riltein was a sixth-circle mage, so both of them were more than capable. They had proven their skills through numerous hunts of necromancers. "So, if we solve the issue with Bishop Shutraff, our qualifications for the King''s Order will be solidly proven." In fact, the Trist City case went beyond a simple cultist hunt. They were dealing with a figure who had taken control of an entire city, something that would normally fall under the jurisdiction of the King''s Order. "Since it involved a disgrace to the Hatoba sect, they wanted to resolve it internally. After that, they planned to recommend us to the King''s Order, sending capable individuals while also providing an excuse for their overreach. Since we would be advancing to the capital to take on bigger tasks, we had no reason to oppose it." Karnak nodded in understanding. "I see. So you have already been given a heads-up..." Baros asked, seemingly puzzled. "Why didn''t we hear about this earlier?" "Well, it''s a bit funny to bring this up now, but..." Serati gave a wry smile. "You two don''t exactly look strong, you know?" "Not strong?" "Us?" "I mean, on paper." Of course, Serati knew very well how much of a monster Karnak and Baros really were. Even Alius and Riltein, who didn''t know their secrets, were convinced they were far from ordinary after witnessing them in battle. But how would you explain that to others? On paper, Karnak was just a fourth-circle mage, and Baros was still an ordinary knight who hadn''t even awakened his battle aura. Their actual abilities were undoubtedly exceptional, but on paper, they appeared quite ordinary. "That''s why we specifically brought you both into the Trist City incident. To prove that even if your skills seem average, you''re experts when it comes to dealing with necromancers." "So the plan was to lure us in after we solved that case, huh?" "Yes." "Then why didn''t anyone say anything?" "Well, you didn''t exactly give Mr. Alius a chance to bring it up." Before Alius could say anything, Karnak had already declared his return to his territory. "Right, that did happen." Baros muttered as if he finally understood. "No wonder he seemed so disappointed." At the time, Baros had thought Alius''s reaction was a bit excessive for just losing a capable collaborator. "Wait a minute, so all we have to do now is go back and find Alius?" "Yes." Serati answered confidently. "I''m sure he''ll write you a recommendation right away." S§×arch* The ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. *** With their goal set, there was no reason to hesitate. Karnak, Baros, and Serati began preparing for their journey. But they didn''t end up leaving for Derat City. "Oh no, absolutely not!" This was due to the strong opposition from Tafel, the old butler. "If the lord isn''t here, who will govern our territory?" This was a situation Karnak hadn''t anticipated. "Well, why is this suddenly an issue...?" Hadn''t he been away for months, even over half a year, before? It was quite common for provincial nobles to leave their territories in the hands of deputies and engage in politics at the capital. In fact, it was rare for a lord to personally manage their territory all year round, except for some country bumpkin on the frontier. Typically, they would spend a few months at the capital and a few months managing their territory. This was the usual case. So Karnak didn''t see any problem. Until now, that is. "Before, your life wasn''t at risk!" When he left due to the threat from Viscount Deventor, there was no choice. There simply were no other options at that time. And when he headed to Derat City afterward, there was no real reason to oppose it. After all, it was just to study magic in the capital. So when they later heard that Karnak was going around hunting necromancers, they were both proud and terribly worried. But now, becoming part of the King''s Order? Wasn''t that like saying he would go and fight against that terrifying Dark Cult? "Isn''t that the kind of dangerous work where you could lose your life at any moment?" "It''s fine. I won''t die." "All the young people in the world say that! Do you think death cares who you are?" "Well, that''s not exactly wrong, but..." Karnak looked at the stubborn old butler and asked irritably. "So what exactly do you want me to do? Just stay stuck here in the territory?" "Of course, that''s not what I mean." The loyal old butler, Tafel, who thought only of the House of Baron Jestarad, declared firmly. "You need to get married and have an heir! Enjoying life comes after that! That is the duty of the one who continues the family line!" *** It had been three days since Karnak decided to join the King''s Order. Yet, Karnak was still stuck in the territory. "An heir, huh..." He muttered absentmindedly, looking out the study window. "Where am I supposed to find a wife right now?" Baros, who was lounging on the sofa, shook his head. "Even if you do find one, that''s still a problem. Even if you get married right away, it''ll take ten months before a child is born." The current situation isn''t one where they can afford to waste that much time. "Man, getting caught off guard by something I didn''t even consider." Karnak sighed. "Should I just pick a healthy girl from the villagers and ask her to have my child? As long as I have an heir, that should be enough, right?" "You''d be okay with a wife of commoner origins?" "I''m half-commoner myself, so why not? But thinking about my late mother, it doesn''t feel like the right thing to do..." "But you can''t just keep wasting time like this, can you?" "True. Maybe I should just pick any suitable maiden and..." "I''ve heard Mary from the mill is quite nice." "Is she pretty?" Even in this situation, Karnak couldn''t help but ask if she was pretty, proving that he was still a man after all. Baros shrugged his shoulders. "I wouldn''t know. I haven''t seen her face." "What about any of the maids? If I tell them they could become the lord''s wife, they might be willing." "Got someone in mind?" "No, not really. I haven''t been interested in them at all. I don''t even remember their faces." Meanwhile, Serati, who was standing to the side of the study, watched their conversation with a look of exasperation. For three days now, they had been wasting time on such pointless talk. Suddenly, she muttered to herself. "It''s a bit strange." Karnak turned his head. "Hm? What is it?" After a brief hesitation, Serati spoke quietly. "...That you haven''t mentioned me, Lord Karnak." In fact, the most appropriate match in this situation was her. She was bound to Karnak as his subject, so she was obligated to obey any order he gave. If he commanded her to offer her body, she would have no choice but to comply, whether she liked it or not. Moreover, she was a beauty who wouldn''t be embarrassed anywhere. Yet, despite all the talk of choosing a maiden from the territory, Serati hadn''t been mentioned even once. Could it be because he cherished her? Doubtful. He didn''t seem like the type to be so considerate. Was it because she was a commoner? That didn''t make sense either, since the maidens in the territory were also commoners. ''Or maybe... I''m just not that attractive?'' Of course, it wasn''t that she wanted to marry Karnak, but being ignored so thoroughly left her feeling strangely conflicted. Seeing the sullen Serati, Karnak''s eyes widened. "Oh, you?" Then he suddenly dropped a bombshell. "Serati, you''re my subject. In that state, you can''t have children." "...What?" "Your soul is bound to mine. So, no matter how many times you sleep with a man, you can''t conceive. For a new soul to form, part of the man and woman''s souls must mix to create a foundation, but that can''t happen in your case." "Wait! You made me infertile?" Serati shouted in shock. "You never mentioned that!" Both Karnak and Baros looked blank. They hadn''t expected such an intense reaction. "Is that really such a serious problem?" "That''s right. I thought it would actually be a good thing since you are always on contraception...." "You crazy idiots!" Serati staggered for a moment. The shocking revelation left her legs feeling weak. ''These people really can''t be trusted...'' Struggling to regain her composure, she asked slowly and clearly. "Alright, what other inconveniences come with being this cursed subject? Be honest with me." Karnak and Baros looked at each other and hurriedly tried to come up with something. "Uh, well..." "There''s nothing else, right?" "Yep, that''s all of it." Of course, Serati didn''t believe them. By now, she knew well enough. ''These guys don''t even know what normal life is! They can''t possibly tell if something would be a problem!'' In other words, they wouldn''t realize something was an issue until it was right in front of them. At this point, she was done with putting up with their nonsense. Serati spoke curtly. "Stop worrying about pointless things now." "Pointless? They''re not letting me leave because of this heir issue." "Just leave a letter behind and sneak out at night. ''Don''t worry, I won''t die, I''ll earn glory and bring honor to the family.'' Something along those lines." Karnak''s eyes sparkled at the unexpectedly simple solution. "Can I really do that? Isn''t that wrong?" Of course, it was wrong. Any sensible person, especially a lord responsible for his family, should never do such a thing. "I did think about it, but I wasn''t sure if it was the kind of wrong thing I could get away with. I don''t want to end up being blamed later." "Are you seriously worried about that after what you''ve done to me?" "Getting blamed by you doesn''t matter. You''re my subject anyway." "...." Grinding her teeth, Serati forced a smile. "No, there''s no problem. You''ll just look like a fool who got carried away with youthful bravado and a desire for glory. If you come back alive, no one will think twice about it, and if you die, it won''t matter whether they blame you or not." "That makes sense!" Karnak''s eyes lit up as if he had just had a revelation. "Pack your bags, Baros! We''re leaving tonight!" *** The next morning. The old butler Tafel was holding a letter in his hands, wailing in despair. "My lord!" The letter was simple, almost painfully so. ''Don''t worry, I won''t die. I''ll earn glory and bring honor to the family.'' This was the result of taking Serati''s suggestion too literally. ''What on earth is this? I thought he had changed recently, but now he''s acting just like he used to!'' There had been only one change. ''It''s that woman''s fault, isn''t it!'' Thinking of the red-haired beauty, the old butler ground his teeth. ''That woman is corrupting our dear lord!'' [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 53 - 52: King’s Order (3) Chapter 53: Chapter 52: King''s Order (3) Karnak and his group, who had escaped in the middle of the night, headed back to Derat City. Alius, who reunited with the group, was overjoyed. "Truly, this must be the guidance of Hatoba!" He was so overjoyed that Karnak felt rather embarrassed. "...Is there some benefit to you, Mr. Alius, if you recommend us?" "I''m in a position where I can''t ignore my performance, you see." Of course, he had already accumulated enough achievements up to now. That''s how he had managed to become a first-tier Inquisitor at such a young age. But human greed knows no bounds. "If three of my recommendations were to join the King''s Order, my evaluation would also improve significantly. If I''m lucky, I might even reach the rank of Special-tier." Serati spoke as if surprised. "That''s unexpected." She had only thought of Alius as a good person and hadn''t expected him to have such ambition for advancement. But, as expected, he was a good person. "If I become a Special-tier Inquisitor, I''ll have greater authority, which means I''ll be able to save more of the faithful. How could I not desire that?" In truth, Alius was quite disappointed. Having just earned the rank of First-tier, he had yet to recommend a Darkness Hunter to the King''s Order. This was his first time, so he was especially careful in choosing people. Those were Karnak and his group, who participated in the Trist City operation, along with Serati and Riltein. But then Serati became Karnak''s knight, causing him to lose three of them. On top of that, even Riltein gave up joining. He had lost confidence after facing Shutraff. Well, considering how he was utterly defeated without even being able to put up a fight, it was understandable. So, he quit being a Darkness Hunter and went back to his magic training? "I can''t tell you how happy I am that the three of you returned. This increases the chances of saving the faithful from the cult." Baros and Karnak exchanged a magical telepathic message in secret. [Alius really is a good guy after all.] [Isn''t she better than him though?] Their gazes turned to Serati. She wore a puzzled expression. [Why are you looking at me?] Since she had become Karnak''s subordinate, she was now included in their secret magical telepathic messages. While the three of them secretly conversed, Alius swiftly wrote the recommendation letter. "Of course, this is only a recommendation letter and doesn''t guarantee entry..." As he handed over the document, he wore a confident expression. "But I believe you all have a good chance. May Hatoba''s blessing be with you!" *** The northernmost region among the frontiers, the Jestarad Barony. From here to Derat City, the largest city in the north, it takes three days. And from Derat City to the capital of the Kingdom of Yustil, it takes an additional ten days. It''s by no means a short distance, and considering the dangers of traveling in this era, not even Karnak and his group could afford to let their guard down! ...Or so they thought. "We made it without any trouble, huh?" Baros grinned as he looked at the vast city of Drunta, the capital of the Kingdom of Yustil, spread out beyond the plains. Karnak replied indifferently. "How could anything major happen in a small kingdom like Yustil?" Serati, who was listening nearby, asked in disbelief. "...Nothing happened?" On the way, they encountered a band of thieves once, caught two necromancers, and handed them over to the nearby church. Every time they visited a city, they encountered pickpockets and robbers so frequently that they stopped counting. Serati, who had been clicking her tongue the entire time at how chaotic and crazy the world had become, asked in exasperation. "How can you say nothing happened?" "Huh? That kind of stuff is just routine when you''re traveling, isn''t it?" "What kind of lives did you two live in your past lives?" Karnak and Baros reflected on their memories. "Come to think of it, weren''t we usually the ones doing the robbing?" "We were necromancers, after all." "We did the robbing and pickpocketing, never got robbed." They had seen such scenes so often during their travels that Karnak hadn''t really thought much of it, but in reality, it was he himself who had been the one creating those very scenes. It goes to show that, except for these two scoundrels, the world was actually quite peaceful. "Ah, so the world really is in a state of chaos right now." "That''s why we need to resolve this situation quickly." As they resumed walking, Karnak took in the view of the grand city, the royal capital of Drunta. "So, should we head straight to the King''s Order headquarters?" *** The capital of the Kingdom of Yustil, Drunta, was the largest city in the kingdom, built along the Jaltan River. At its center stood the royal castle, and the city was dotted with towers and churches everywhere. Most buildings were two or three stories tall. Countless citizens thronged through the grand city. Being the capital of a kingdom, its population was no joke. As they passed through the crowds, Serati looked around in awe. Derat City was well-known in the north, but compared to the capital, it looked like a rural village. "Wow, as expected of the place where the king lives, it''s truly enormous." On the other hand, Karnak and Baros were unimpressed. "It''s still a modest town." "And still a small city too. But it''s quaint, which is nice." "...What exactly are you comparing it to?" "Thea Crahan." "Rontoras." Thea Crahan was the capital of Lacaenia, and Rontoras was the capital of Felmyre, the strongest kingdom in the Seven Kingdoms Alliance. Both had far greater national power than the Kingdom of Yustil, so naturally, their capitals were much larger. "Well, those two cities were also small compared to Necropolis." Serati chuckled at Karnak''s somewhat boastful attitude. "Necropolis, huh? You can tell what kind of place it is just by the name." It''s rare to give a city such a sinister name. Most likely, it was the capital of the undead empire Karnak had built in his previous life. Karnak scratched his head. "Was the name too obvious? But when it came time to name it, nothing else really came to mind." "Thanks to that, everything was ''Necro'' something in our past lives. Necropia, Necropolis, Necro Wall, Necro Cross. There probably wasn''t a single road sign without ''Necro'' on it." "Hey, back then you agreed that the names were fitting, Baros!" "We only realized afterward how hard it was to find our way around when everything started with ''Necro.''" Not all undead were mindless puppets like zombies or skeletons. There were plenty of undead with self-awareness, like Death Knights, Vampires, and Liches. "Because of that, we got a lot of petitions to change the names." Serati asked in surprise at Baros''s words. "Even as undead, they still had complaints? I thought they were just completely obedient." Karnak answered in his place. "They were humans at their core. Whether alive or dead, a human is still a human. If they have self-awareness, it''s only natural." "I thought that once someone became undead, they''d be utterly loyal to their master." "They are loyal. But loyalty and complaints are separate matters. Come to think of it, the more loyal they were, the more complaints they seemed to have." "Why do you keep looking at me when you say that, young master?" As they continued their conversation and walked, their destination slowly came into view. The King''s Order headquarters was located in the northern district of the capital, Drunta. Upon entering, Baros instinctively surveyed the building. "It''s just an ordinary official building." Well, there was no need to fortify it like a fortress right in the middle of the capital. Of course, the security was by no means lax. The guards at the entrance were skilled warriors, and Karnak and his group were only allowed inside after the authenticity of their recommendation letter was confirmed. The letter was subjected to multiple layers of magic verification to guard against any possibility of forgery. "We''ve confirmed that the recommendation letter is indeed from the Hatoba Religious Order. We will deliver it to the higher-ups shortly." As he watched the guide walk away with the recommendation letter, Karnak smiled with satisfaction. "They''re very sensitive about the authenticity of the recommendation. Looks like there are many who try to forge it." Serati was puzzled. "Why are you happy about there being many forgers?" "It means they''re doing their job properly." If the King''s Order were just a flashy facade, there''d be no need for the cult to be concerned about them. "I''ve seen too many so-called special agencies that were rotten to the core despite their grand titles, so I was worried the King''s Order might be the same." Baros waved his hand dismissively. "Come on, the King''s Order was only established about a year ago. How could it already be corrupt?" Whether it''s people or organizations, it takes time for something to rot. "That''s exactly why it''s a relief. If we stay here, we''ll be able to properly engage with the cult." As they spoke, the guide who had taken the recommendation letter returned to the group. "Please wait a moment. The Lord of Order will meet with you shortly." *** Karnak''s group waited on the first floor of the headquarters for a while. During that time, a variety of people in different attire were constantly coming and going. Some were dressed in plain clothes, others in uniforms, and there were even those in mage or priest robes, but they all had one thing in common. Baros clicked his tongue. "They''re all quite formidable." Baros was experienced enough to gauge someone''s strength just by looking at them. All of them were strong enough to hold their own anywhere. "Sir Randolph would have gotten beaten up here." S§×arch* The Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Even the strongest knight from Deventor wouldn''t have been able to hold a candle to these people. The same went for the mages. Karnak, feeling tense, commented, "Most of them are above the 5th Circle. I can even see some at the 6th Circle." Despite possessing the wisdom of great necromancy, Karnak''s Chaos Power was still only at the 4th Circle. Of course, he was continuously growing his power, so he''d soon reach the 5th Circle, but still... "They''re surprisingly high-level. At this rate, we might not even make it." Serati also seemed surprised. "I spotted two Aura Users as well. They seemed to be at the red level, similar to me." Until now, she had never seen another Aura User besides herself. In Derat City, and even the surrounding regions, Serati was the only one who had awakened her battle aura. "To think that Aura Users, who are so rare, are common here. The capital really is different." Karnak scoffed at her admiration. "Aura Users are indeed rare, but they''re not so scarce that you''d call them uncommon. Especially at the red level." "Is this another one of your arbitrary standards, Lord Karnak?" "It''s more a matter of perspective." Aura Users are undeniably rare. In the Kingdom of Yustil, which has a population of over 800,000, there are fewer than 100 Aura Users. But in truth, a population of 800,000 is not particularly large on the continent. If you were to ask whether a group that has nearly 100 members in a small kingdom like Yustil is really rare, it becomes a bit ambiguous. "Are you saying that perspective changes depending on the circles you move in?" "There''s also the fact that this is the capital of a kingdom." As one''s abilities grow, it''s natural for people to seek greater wealth and fame, desiring to operate in larger arenas. "Serati, you originally planned to head to the capital too, didn''t you?" The few Aura Users and high-level mages there were naturally gravitated toward the capital, where the money was. "That''s why it''s even harder to find Aura Users in the provinces. High-ranking clerics are evenly distributed because the Churches of the Seven Goddesses manage them directly, but..." The implication was that an Aura User couldn''t expect to be treated as special in the capital. They might be recognized, but they wouldn''t be fawned over like in the provinces. Well, for Serati, it wasn''t much of an issue. "Ever since I got involved with Lord Karnak, I haven''t been treated with special respect anyway. Hmph!" Karnak and Baros looked at each other quizzically at her sulky attitude. "Did we ever mistreat you?" "Exactly. We''ve fully acknowledged Dame Serati''s skills." "The fact that you two don''t realize it is the biggest problem." As they looked around, they both began to feel a sense of unfamiliarity that they hadn''t experienced in their past lives. It was nervousness. "Wow, could it be that we might actually fail here?" "Maybe we should''ve built up more achievements before coming here?" "It''s my first time being so worried about how others evaluate me. It''s a strange feeling." "Same here." Serati clicked her tongue as she watched the two grown men nervously fidgeting. "How badly did you two live that this is your first time caring about what others think?" Just as they were wasting time like that, the guide finally called for them. "Thank you for waiting." Finally, the guide called out to Karnak''s group. "Lord Erantel will see you now." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 54 - 53: King’s Order (4) Chapter 54: Chapter 53: King''s Order (4) The place the group was guided to was an office on the third floor of the King''s Order headquarters. A man in his 40s, with a dignified appearance, greeted them. "Welcome. I am Erantel, the commander of the King''s Order." sea??h th§× ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Erantel von Naiad. He was a well-known knight, one of only two Purple Knights in the entire Yustil Kingdom, along with Sir Alonde, the Royal Knight Commander. Originally, he was the vice-commander of the Yustil Royal Knights. Known for his honorable and just character, he was well-regarded by the public and held deep trust from King Wiscot I. The fact that he was appointed as the commander of the King''s Order signified that the royal family considered this matter extremely important. The group introduced themselves. "I am Karnak Jestarad." "I am Serati, serving Baron Karnak." "I am Baros, serving Baron Karnak." Erantel nodded as he gestured to the recommendation letter they handed him. "All three of you seem qualified. Your identities are clear, and more importantly, you come highly recommended by Inquisitor Alius, so you are trustworthy." Karnak and Baros exchanged a subtle glance. ''Alius seems to be quite famous, huh?'' ''Indeed. Even well-known in the capital, it seems?'' Though they hadn''t realized it, Alius was actually quite a renowned figure. Despite being only in his 20s, he had ascended to the rank of first-tier, wielding powerful divine power, and his accomplishments as an inquisitor were remarkable. In Derat City alone, the Hatoba Religious order had dealt with over 50 necromancers. This was an achievement that ranked among the highest across all religious orders in the Yustil Kingdom. "If you were carefully selected by Inquisitor Alius, you are more than worthy to join the prestigious King''s Order..." Suddenly, Erantel''s expression became stern. "But you do realize that this alone does not grant you entry in the King''s Order, correct?" Karnak replied as if he expected this. "I''ve heard a bit about it." Even after being admitted, one does not immediately become a full member of the King''s Order. For a while, they would be in a probationary period as new members. During this time, they would work under senior Order members, facing the cultists and learning the field, while also undergoing a final evaluation to determine if they were truly trustworthy. "Until that time, you cannot yet be considered part of the King''s Order. You will merely be carrying out tasks under our orders." In simple terms, they wouldn''t be given any authority that could be misused, such as summary execution rights or broad interrogation powers. They would only be judged on their ability to handle tasks. "All new members must go through this process, not just you." Karnak had no objections. In fact, he would have been uneasy if they were accepted too easily. It would mean that even cultists could infiltrate without much difficulty. "By the way, your group is quite an unusual combination, isn''t it? A lord and his knights joining together..." "Is that a problem?" At Karnak''s question, Erantel waved his hand. "No? Oh, not at all. It''s not unprecedented." In fact, there had been cases in the past where a lord had joined with their knights. The most notable case was that of Viscount Roland, the captain of the 3rd Battalion. For great nobles, it would be considered irresponsible to risk their lives in such dangerous endeavors, but for rural nobles, it was an opportunity to elevate their family''s prestige. Especially if the lord was a young man burning with ambition. From the family''s perspective, they couldn''t just send someone as important as the lord into peril alone, so they would naturally attach a strong knight to his side. Of course, that didn''t mean someone without qualifications would be admitted to the King''s Order just because they had strong knights with them, so most of such cases would still be rejected. However, the combination itself wasn''t particularly unusual. What Erantel was truly concerned about was something else. ''...Was the Jestarad Barony capable of producing an Aura user?'' He had chosen his words carefully, but Serati''s skill level was far beyond that of an ordinary knight from a rural noble family. With talent strong enough to awaken battle aura at such a young age, she would be an asset even to an archduke''s family. ''Is it the Goblin Hand''s famed sword, or is there something more to it?'' According to Alius''s letter of recommendation, Baron Karnak possessed exceptional magical potential that far exceeded his current abilities, suggesting boundless possibilities for future growth. Had Serati perhaps sensed this with his unique Aura user''s intuition? Erantel soon set his curiosity aside. ''Hmm, time will tell.'' After all, they still had to go through the probationary period. If Karnak truly was an unpolished gem, he would have the opportunity to prove his abilities during this time. If he couldn''t prove himself, then there would be no need to worry about him any further. He would either die or be sent back home¡ªone of the two. Erantel leisurely spoke up with his hands behind his back. "Very well, then. I will assign you your first mission." Baros and Serati were taken aback and asked in surprise. "What? Right now?" "But we just arrived here today." The middle-aged man smiled as if he had anticipated their reaction. "That''s how our work is. There''s always something happening, and we''re always busy. You''ll have to get used to it." His smile carried the implicit meaning: Brace yourselves; the hard work begins now. "Welcome to the King''s Order." *** The King''s Order was organized into seven battalions, with Sir Erantel as its commander. Each battalion consisted of a small, elite group of 8 to 10 members. Karnak and his companions were assigned to the 4th Battalion, where they met the senior members they would be working with on their first mission. These included Tarman, a mage of the 5th Circle and the second son of the renowned noble house of Count Albarn. There was also Cald, a swordsman who had joined the King''s Order after previously working as a Darkness Hunter. Lastly, there was Alice, a second-tier Inquisitor of the Sea Goddess Atima. The next day, before dawn, they left the capital, Drunta, heading southward in the kingdom. As they traveled along the main road, Serati grumbled. "I didn''t even get a chance to explore the capital before we had to leave." Karnak and Baros, who had both grown tired of seeing Drunta in their previous lives, felt a similar sense of disappointment. "Tch, I had a whole list of must-visit restaurants ready." "Yeah, I was planning to tour the city starting from the west." As they continued to grumble, Baros turned to the group leading the way and asked. "Is the King''s Order always this busy? Do you never get any breaks?" "Surely not always." Tarman, the 4th Battalion''s captain, a man in his 30s with a stocky build, replied with a good-natured smile. "You just had bad timing. You arrived on the very day we received a mission." "So it was just a matter of bad luck." "Or you could say it''s good luck. A long probationary period isn''t exactly something to look forward to, is it?" Cald, the swordsman, chimed in from the side. "Even with good timing, you''d only have waited a few days at most. But it''s true that we have a lot of work." He was a young man with a sharp, blade-like demeanor. He was known for his unique dual-wielding swordsmanship, using both a short sword and a longsword, and was said to be an unmatched warrior in the Delim region. "Of course, within the King''s Order, that''s still pretty standard. After all, I haven''t even awakened my battle aura yet." As he muttered this, Cald shot a glance at Serati. As expected from someone dedicated to the sword, it seemed that the newly inducted Aura user, Serati, had caught Cald''s attention. On the other hand, the cleric Alice seemed more interested in a different aspect of Serati. "Ms. Serati, your skin is remarkably smooth, especially for an Aura user." "...What does skin have to do with being an Aura user?" "We have two Aura users in our battalion, and both of them are covered in scars. I just assumed all Aura users were like that." Baros, who had been listening nearby, suddenly found something odd. "Did you say there are two Aura users in the 4th Battalion?" For reference, the captain of the 4th Battalion was the mage standing before them, Tarman. So, that meant... "Are you saying an Aura user is just an ordinary member?" Baros had expected that an Aura user would naturally be the captain. Tarman chuckled. "Why? Is it strange that an Aura user is serving under me when I''m just a 5th Circle mage?" "Oh, no. I didn''t mean to say that Lord Tarman is weak." "You''re not wrong, though. I''m not yet at a level to be compared to an Aura user." Typically, a Red Knight is considered equivalent to a 6th Circle mage. Of course, comparing combat power is a bit tricky. In a small-scale battle, a red-level Aura user would likely overwhelm a 6th Circle mage, while on a large battlefield, a 6th Circle mage would be more valuable to victory. In any case, it''s true that a 5th Circle mage is generally ranked lower than an Aura user. However, there was a specific reason Tarman was the captain. "Firstly, it''s largely because I''m of noble blood from a count family." No matter how much of an elite group the King''s Order was, status couldn''t be entirely ignored. "Moreover, in our missions, status is part of our skill set." Once a necromancer is identified, simply killing them ends the matter. However, cultists often wield their worldly status, especially if they''re nobles or royalty, to exert power. Wasn''t the King''s Order established precisely because of these worldly power players? "For dealing with cultists, someone like me with strong backing and noble blood can better suppress those cultists who also have strong backing and noble blood. There are many in this world who value family prestige more than personal ability." And there''s a second reason¡ªthis one is actually more important. "When dealing with cultists, what you need more than combat power is something else." Of course, an Aura user would be incredibly powerful in battle. But do cultists ever confront you directly in a fair fight? "The King''s Order''s primary duties involve information gathering, identifying cultists, kidnapping key figures, and interrogation. High combat ability alone doesn''t guarantee success." Serati clicked his tongue. "It sounds like all our missions involve dirty work." Tarman laughed heartily. "You''ve got it right! Our job is to do dirty work against cultists!" Given this, a mage with various methods is more advantageous against cultists than an Aura user who simply excels in combat. That''s why most of the captains in the King''s Order are mages. While Sir Erantel, a knight with a high reputation, is ideal as the commander overseeing the entire King''s Order, for actual missions, it''s most efficient for a mage to lead with an Aura user as their adjutant. "It''s the exact opposite of the battlefield." "On the battlefield, the captain needs to charge ahead, swinging a shining sword to boost the troops'' morale, making an Aura user the best fit. But in our missions, we''re not trying to show off to anyone." Nodding in agreement, Serati raised another question. "With that reasoning, wouldn''t clerics also be qualified for these roles?" When it comes to using a variety of methods, clerics are just as capable as mages. Moreover, against necromancers, clerics are even more effective than mages. ''Even Mr. Alius seems to be good at interrogations.'' Alice answered this unspoken thought. "The King''s Order was created to keep the Churches of the Seven Goddesses in check, so it''s unlikely they''d ever let clerics like us take the captain''s position." There were no high-ranking clerics within the King''s Order who could become captains in the first place. All the clerics of the Seven Goddesses assigned to the King''s Order were second-tier Inquisitors. The higher ranks, special or first-tier, were too busy managing their own affairs within the Seven Church to be spared, while third-tier clerics were too low in skill to keep up with the missions of the King''s Order. "I don''t really have any complaints, though. If I build up a strong record here, my chances of becoming a first-tier Inquisitor will increase." Karnak, who had been quietly listening to the conversation, suddenly spoke up. "By the way, isn''t it about time you told us more details?" "Hm? What details?" "About our mission." They had already received a brief outline of the mission. ¡ºThere is suspicion that Count Brelant, a noble in the southern part of the Yustil Kingdom, has joined the cult of the Dark God. Disguise yourselves as adventurers and head to Brelant County. Gather irrefutable evidence, and in the name of the King, punish the Count!¡» However, they hadn''t been given any more specific details. "I''d like to know what exactly the Count is accused of, how reliable this information is, and what kind of evidence we need to gather." Karnak''s request was perfectly reasonable. Even so, Tarman could only offer a wry smile in response. "That''s all there is." "What?" "That''s all. You know as much as we do." "Wait, so we''re heading out without even knowing if the target is truly a cultist?" "Isn''t that what we''re trying to find out?" In simpler terms, the mission itself involves starting from scratch and figuring things out as they go. "I think I''m beginning to understand why this job is so busy." As Karnak shook his head, Tarman grinned. It was the same smile that had lingered on Erantel''s lips back at headquarters. "Welcome to the King''s Order." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 55 - 54: Dark God’s Territory (1) Chapter 55: Chapter 54: Dark God''s Territory (1) Death is an inevitable fate. Therefore, humans must live righteous lives in accordance with the teachings of the Seven Goddesses and face death with humility. This was the truth. No matter how strong a person might be, no matter how much power a king might wield, everyone is equal before death. Thus, Count Brelant could accept it. Even when he heard the harsh truth that his precious son, whom he had barely seen late in life, was slowly dying due to his inherent constitution, and that there was no way to cure him with the holy spells of the Churches of the Seven Goddesses, meaning he would not live past twenty, he could still steel himself. Because that was fate. It was the natural order of the world that humans must endure. But it was not. Fate could be avoided. The order of the world was not predetermined. They approached silently and whispered in secret. They told him to turn to the true god, and his son would live. They were not lying. Indeed, if he followed their words, his son would not have to die. But that didn''t mean he could truly live either. What they offered was the dark art of necromancy. Sear?h the Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Naturally, Count Brelant was greatly enraged. "Are you telling me to abandon the natural order of the world and turn to wicked powers?" But they instead questioned him. "Who said that was natural?" "Isn''t it the order of the world as decreed by the Seven Goddesses?" "Did the Goddess herself deliver that teaching to you? Or was it the priests from the Churches of the Seven Goddesses who claimed to know the Goddess''s will?" "Ha! And you claim to know the true will of the gods?" They systematically denied the teachings of the Churches of the Seven Goddesses. "If there is anyone who claims to know everything about the gods, they must indeed be a truly arrogant person." "What we are speaking of is neither gods nor goddesses." "We are speaking of those who follow gods and goddesses." "What we wish to say is, simply, to see the world a little more broadly." "How much do you truly know about what the world calls necromancy, Count?" Count Brelant was not swayed. "Nonsense! Do you think I don''t know what becomes of those who fall into necromancy?" Stories about those who used necromancy to resurrect the dead were widespread. They brought back a loved one, only to find they had become a monster. A decaying, moving corpse was all that remained. Not only the body but even the mind was no longer that of the loved one they knew, and so on. None of these tales ended beautifully. That is why necromancy is considered such a vile power, isn''t it? Even they did not deny this fact. "Your words are correct." "The outcomes of necromancy have not been good." "Up until now." And they even revealed the reason why. "This is because it was not true necromancy." True necromancy is by no means a magic that deals with the powers of death and darkness. Tesranak, the god of darkness and death, bestows sacred power upon those who serve him, a power granted by that great transcendent being. "This is merely what happens when arrogant mages think they can wield the powers of death and darkness as tools." "Haven''t there been many instances where mages caused disasters by trying to forcibly implement holy spells through magic?" These necromancers, who claimed to be priests of Tesranak, insisted that their power was a holy spell of darkness. Therefore, they asserted that only they could truly wield the power of darkness and death. "The true power of darkness must be used correctly while serving Lord Tesranak." "Just as the priests of the Seven Goddesses serve their goddesses and use their powers properly." "If done so, death will no longer be an inevitable fate." "Aging is merely a disease, and death is simply the result for those who fail to cure that disease." "How could curing a disease be considered an evil act?" "Moreover, your son is still young." "Do you truly believe that a child accepting death as fate is the natural order of the world?" Count Brelant wavered. Their words were persuasive. And his son was slowly dying. ''The Churches of the Seven Goddesses haven''t been of any help anyway...'' In the end, the count relented. "I wish to turn to Tesranak... Will you accept me?" Of course, this was not his true intention. He planned to save his son first, then turn himself to the Churches of the Seven Goddesses. Thus, his dying son was given a new life. *** Seven days after departing from the capital, Tarman and Karnak''s group arrived at Count Brelant''s domain. Count Brelant''s territory was a prosperous place. The village was quite large, and the faces of the people passing by were bright. Even the market was full of various goods and bustling with energy. While observing the streets, Serati muttered to herself. "I thought our territory was fairly well-off, but it doesn''t even compare to this." Unintentionally, she referred to the Jestarad estate as "our territory." It seemed she had grown quite attached to it. Baros shrugged his shoulders. "We only acquired the copper mine recently. It wasn''t exactly a central hub for logistics either." In any case, it was clear that Count Brelant was a capable lord. Which made it all the more puzzling. "What could have possibly driven him to become a cultist?" In response to Serati''s question, Tarman added softly. "As I''ve repeatedly said, nothing has been confirmed yet." The allegations against Count Brelant were based on rather flimsy evidence. All that happened was that during the interrogation of a cultist captured by the King''s Order''s 2nd Battalion, there was a mention of Count Brelant. That was the entirety of it. "There''s more than a fifty percent chance this could be a wild goose chase." Karnak asked, clearly not understanding. "If that''s the case, wouldn''t it be better to have a separate team dedicated to gathering information?" Honestly, he found it hard to comprehend. ''Why bother gathering a group of talented individuals only to have them handle such trivial tasks directly? It seems more efficient to assign information gathering separately and have the King''s Order only handle the objectives.'' Tarman''s response made Karnak realize what he had been misunderstanding. "I don''t know what you''re talking about. Isn''t that why the King''s Order was created in the first place?" "What?" "Do you think anyone can handle high-level tasks like gathering information?" It was a matter of perspective. In the days when he was the Death King, the idea was to keep elite troops on standby and use those who were slightly less capable for intelligence work. But what were the criteria for this intelligence unit? While they didn''t need to be overwhelmingly strong, they did need a certain level of combat ability because you never know what might happen during the process of gathering information. So, back then, he often used undead forces that were at least competent among the third-class ones for this purpose. The human forces comparable to those "competent undead" were "Red-level aura users, mages around the 6th circle, or second-tier priests and above." ''The elite forces I''m used to aren''t like the Death Knight Corps that Baros used to command, after all.'' What Karnak considered a small, elite group would, by general standards, be more like an asymmetrical force¡ªa one-man army. This is the problem with those who once thrived but have since fallen. They fail to grasp the current reality, constantly judging situations based on their glory days. ''Ah, even though I keep trying to adjust, it''s really not easy to change my perspective.'' While Karnak grumbled inwardly, Tarman cautiously continued. "Since the information was obtained through torture, it hasn''t been verified at all. That''s why we shouldn''t approach the count with any preconceptions." From the side, Cald and Alice added their explanations. "When a person undergoes torture, they tend to say all sorts of things, real or imagined. So, it''s not easy for the interrogator to discern what''s true." "Moreover, if the person themselves is confused, it''s meaningless to try and verify the truth." Understanding this, Serati joined the conversation. "So, there might be cases where they believe a lie to be true? And given the nature of their organization, they might even deliberately leak false information to deceive the King''s Order..." And then she was immediately reprimanded. "Oh, come on, that would never happen." "Have you been reading too many street-corner storybooks?" Deliberately leaking false information to a subordinate in a secret organization? What would that lead to? "You think you can go up to some unrelated noble and whisper ''Long live Tesranak!'' and not get caught?" While they might withhold information, passing on false information would be like tightening a noose around their own neck. "Ah, you''re right." Feeling embarrassed, Serati was consoled by Tarman. "You''re not a full member yet, so it''s natural to make mistakes. That''s why we have a probationary period, isn''t it?" As they continued walking, they came upon the inn they had scouted earlier. Tarman looked back at the group. "Let''s settle in first, then spread out and start our investigation." *** After arriving at the inn, Karnak and his group learned the King''s Order''s methods from Tarman. "It may be obvious, but under no circumstances should you reveal that you''re with the King''s Order." Even if they disguised themselves as Darkness Hunters out to hunt necromancers, it would still raise suspicions. After all, the primary force of the Dark God''s cult is necromancers. And they couldn''t just go around asking random questions without any reason, as that would also easily arouse suspicion. "We need to use a method that allows us to gather information naturally without seeming connected to cultists or necromancers." With that, Tarman pulled out a few portraits from his coat and handed them out. "There are many methods, but this is the one we''ll use now." Baros asked, "Who are these people?" "Helon Krat, a notorious criminal wanted in the capital. He''s committed numerous burglaries of noble estates and even murder. He''s such a master of disguise that he hasn''t been caught yet." "Oh, did something like that happen in Drunta?" "No. It didn''t." "...What?" "But if we say we''re looking for this wanted man and ask around, it will seem natural, won''t it?" They disguised themselves as bounty hunters chasing a wanted criminal. Then they would wander around the village, asking the residents questions. They would explain that this dangerous individual had likely fled to Count Brelant''s territory and was hiding somewhere. They would ask if anyone had seen anything suspicious or experienced anything unusual. Moreover, since the criminal was said to be a master of disguise, they could also inquire if anyone had noticed any familiar people behaving strangely or seeming different. "If a dangerous fugitive has entered the village, few would refuse to cooperate¡ªespecially if you slip them a few coins." Even if their actual goal was different, the answers they received would often overlap with information about cultists. The local residents would also likely feel less reluctant to gossip. "After all, it''s not like they''re doing anything wrong by taking our money. They''re simply giving information to bounty hunters and receiving fair compensation." Afterward, Tarman divided the group into three teams. Tarman, a mage, paired with Baros, a warrior; Cald, a warrior, teamed up with Karnak, a mage; and Alice, a cleric, partnered with Serati, an aura user. This distribution ensured that their combat strength was evenly spread out in case any unforeseen incidents occurred. Since the newer members needed to learn from the more experienced ones, each group included a senior member. With that, the team dispersed and began investigating various parts of the village. Having a clear purpose made their movements more confident. They roamed freely without arousing any suspicion, and Tarman even managed to meet with Count Brelant directly. Officially, the meeting was to ask for permission. The wanted criminal had fled here, and they had come to capture him. They assured the count they wouldn''t cause any trouble and pointed out that having such a dangerous person wandering around the territory wasn''t good for the Count Brelant family either. The count agreed. They promised to cooperate as much as possible. Thank you very much for your permission. That was the general tone of the meeting. Once the meeting was over, Tarman immediately left the count''s castle. Baros, who had followed silently the entire time, was puzzled. "Uh, is that it?" He had expected some subtle interrogation, but it turned out they had only asked for permission, with no mention of the cult or anything related to it. "If that was all, why did you bother meeting the count at all?" But, as expected, a veteran has his ways. "I got everything I wanted." With a confident expression, Tarman gestured to Baros. "Let''s head back to the inn." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 56 - 55: Dark God’s Territory (2) Chapter 56: Chapter 55: Dark God''s Territory (2) As the sun set, the other members of the group returned to the inn. After gathering everyone, Tarman spoke. "Alright, let''s exchange information." Cald was the first to speak. "It''s about the Count Brelant." The Count Brelant was a middle-aged man turning 46 this year. His wife had passed away early while giving birth to their son, leaving him with only one family member. The Count, who deeply loved his wife, did not remarry and lived devotedly taking care of his only son. However, the son was born so frail that it was said he would not live past twenty. "Even the divine power of the Seven Goddesses Churches cannot cure this incurable disease." While the holy healing spells of the Seven Goddesses Churches are indeed remarkable, they also have clear limits. The regeneration of limbs, resurrection of the dead, and congenital incurable diseases are all beyond the healing powers of the holy spells. These are the natural laws of the world set by the Goddess. "It would be more accurate to say that he''s still alive thanks to the Seven Goddesses Churches." Tarman nodded in agreement. "This is the kind of situation necromancers can easily exploit." The more people fear death, the easier they are deceived by necromancers. What is impossible with holy spells can be achieved with necromancy. By sacrificing others in a wicked manner, even the Goddess''s providence can be defied. Of course, there is a heavy price to pay for it. Inquisitor Alice also shared the information she had gathered. "Recently, the security of the territory has greatly improved." This was because the Count Brelant had taken decisive action to capture and expel bandits, thieves, and vagrants from the territory. "On the surface, he appears to be an excellent lord, but..." At Alice''s words, Cald shook his head. "It''s suspicious." "Exactly. We didn''t hear such stories on our way here." They had visited several villages on their way from the capital to this place, but they hadn''t heard any such rumors. At first glance, it might seem plausible, but it''s actually hard to understand. "What are the chances that criminals, who were expelled even from their own homes, would quietly settle in other villages?" It''s also strange that Tarman and his group never crossed paths with these exiled individuals by chance. So where did these expelled people go? "Large-scale disappearances like this often occur when necromancers are involved." "It seems clear that the Count is hiding something shady." Muttering to himself, Tarman gave a cold smile. "I personally visited the Count''s castle." Of course, he didn''t mention anything about the cult. He didn''t learn much from the meeting with the Count Brelant. The important thing was that he had entered the castle. "While touring the Count''s castle, I found something interesting." There were unusually thick curtains hanging over several windows. "It''s as if they were trying to block out the sunlight by any means necessary." Cald and Alice''s eyes lit up. "That sounds..." "It feels oddly familiar." Both of them seemed to have an idea of what it could mean. Tarman waved his hand. "Let''s not jump to conclusions. We don''t want to fall into the trap of prejudice." The investigation wasn''t over yet. Until they had solid evidence, they had to keep all possibilities open. "Until then, we must reserve judgment. Caution is also a duty of the King''s Order." *** As they were in a learning position, Karnak, Baros, and Serati remained silent and just listened. But they already knew the answer. [What lives in this village, young master?] [Vampire.] For Karnak, searching or asking around was pointless. Serati sent a curious magical message. [How can you even know something like that?] She understood that Karnak had reached the pinnacle of necromancy. He could easily detect even the slightest traces of darkness. But even so, it was hard to comprehend. [I can sense dark energy to some extent too, you know? I even focused intensely and scanned the entire village. But I couldn''t detect anything.] Even Inquisitor Alice, an expert in necromantic detection, couldn''t find anything. [Are we really that dull?] [It''s not just that.] No matter how skilled Karnak was, being human meant he could sometimes miss extremely faint traces. [It''s not that I sensed the vampire''s aura itself. They hid it very thoroughly.] The necromancy used to erase all traces was perfectly executed. Even if Alius himself came, he wouldn''t have found any clues. What Karnak detected wasn''t the vampire''s presence but the methods they used to conceal it. [The entire territory is covered with spells designed to block vampire detection. How could I not notice?] Whenever necromancy is involved, it''s impossible to deceive Karnak''s eyes. If the traces are left alone, he''ll notice them immediately. If they''re erased, he''ll detect it through the method used to erase them. [But what if they cast another spell to prevent even the detection of the blocking spell?] [Isn''t that still necromancy?] [Ah, I see... it''s pointless then.] Serati subtly asked another question. [So what do we do now?] [What do you mean, what do we do?] [Shouldn''t we inform them of this?] [Why bother? They probably already suspect the target is a vampire.] Knowing the answer isn''t enough. The process of proving why that answer is correct, and what evidence supports it, is equally important. If you''ve discovered the answer through unconventional means, you need to be able to explain how you arrived at it to avoid suspicion. [Let''s just quietly watch and learn from the sidelines. That way, we can use it ourselves in the future.] *** At the same time, in the ancient castle of the Count Brelant. In a dining room shrouded in darkness, a young boy in his mid-teens was sipping from a glass. The Count looked at the boy and asked, "Are you full?" "Yes, Father." The boy smiled as he set down the glass. The Count looked at the blood in the glass and asked again, "...Do you resent me?" "Why would I resent you?" The boy was genuinely smiling. "For the first time in my life, I''ve realized how comfortable life can be." The relentless headaches that plagued him all day, the lethargy in his limbs, they were all gone. He no longer woke in the dead of night, screaming in agony from unbearable pain. The boy looked at himself with newfound wonder. "Other people... they''ve all been living without this pain." The Count cautiously continued his questioning. "Are you satisfied with living as a vampire?" His son had now become a monster, craving the blood of others and condemned to live forever in darkness. Is he truly satisfied with that fate? It seemed so. "After all, humans also need to kill something in order to sustain their lives. In that sense, Father, you seem rather merciful." He couldn''t drink the blood of beasts. He couldn''t drink the blood of monsters either. He was a creature cursed by fate, doomed to only consume the blood of his own kind. However, his son had not yet killed anyone. The people providing him with blood were devotees prepared by the cult of the Dark God. They offered a certain amount of their blood in exchange for a generous payment. There was nothing morally reprehensible about it. And as for not being able to see sunlight... "I couldn''t see it before anyway." His son had been so weak that he would quickly get dizzy under the sunlight. Now, he was much more satisfied with being able to move around freely even after the sun had set. "My eating habits have changed a little, and there are more things I need to be cautious about. But all things considered, it''s better than dying." Only then did the Count smile as well. "That''s a relief." At first, he had planned to save his son and then turn himself in immediately. But now, he no longer had that intention. Things weren''t as bad as he had expected. Of course, his son''s life would not be easy in the future. Vampires are hideous monsters, and once the world discovers his son''s true nature, they will do whatever it takes to hunt him down. They wouldn''t even consider it killing. Vampires are undead, merely corpses that move around. For a moment, the Count was filled with anger. ''My son, a corpse? When he''s walking around, talking, and laughing so normally?'' His son hadn''t changed. He was still the polite, noble heir who had inherited everything from him. His personality and wisdom were completely intact. Now he understood. The teachings of the Seven Goddesses Churches weren''t wrong. Their teachings followed the natural order of the world. Until now. S~ea??h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. But the world had changed. Everything in this world is impermanent before time; everything constantly changes, and even the teachings of the Goddesses are no exception. The cult of the Dark God is not a heresy. It is simply the new truth for a new era. The Count whispered to his beloved son. "Just be patient a little longer. You won''t have to live in that body forever." When Tesranak descends, his son will be able to live a normal life as well. A paradise will open where both the dead and the living can coexist in harmony, freely choosing their life and death. The Count Brelant had made up his mind. He would dedicate the rest of his life to ensuring his son could live with pride. He would create a world where his son could live freely. "The fading light of the Goddesses will dim, and the world will be enveloped in darkness..." He recited the teachings of the Dark God as if in a trance. "When the darkness is at its deepest, dawn will break, and a new world will come..." *** The next day, Tarman and his group continued their information-gathering efforts. They roamed around, showing wanted posters and pretending to search for fugitives while trying to understand the strange happenings in the village. Following Alice around, Serati asked cautiously, "...It''s a vampire, right?" "I didn''t mention it on purpose, but..." Alice gave a bitter smile. "When it''s this obvious, I suppose it doesn''t matter." Zombies and ghouls are just moving corpses, so they don''t need to maintain a daily life. Evil spirits and wraiths wouldn''t be dealt with by simply hanging some curtains. As for necromancers who extend their lives through life-drain spells, they may weaken in sunlight, but it doesn''t kill them. Liches or Death Knights? Creatures that powerful wouldn''t be harmed by a bit of sunlight. "If an undead creature is thickly curtaining their home, they''re most likely a vampire." Nodding, Serati asked again, "So, are we going to keep looking for evidence like this?" "Yes. It''s a tedious task." However, it could end surprisingly quickly. "Sometimes luck is on your side. Though calling it bad luck would be more accurate." When continuing such investigations, there are usually two types of reactions from cultists. The first is to avoid stirring up trouble and simply ignore them. Bounty hunters wandering around looking for fugitives is common enough. Some cautious cultists prefer to hide and wait it out, fearing that revealing themselves might lead to their capture. The second reaction is to eliminate the threat before it escalates. Interestingly, some hot-tempered cultists do this quite often. "The chances are about fifty-fifty." That''s why they planned to wander around after sunset starting tomorrow. "With some luck, they might even attack us first." "Indeed, that sounds like bad luck¡ªdanger and opportunity coming hand in hand." As the two women were talking and walking down the street, a young man approached them from a distance. He was a member of the vigilante group under the Count''s command. "Are you Miss Mellah, the bounty hunter?" For reference, Mellah was the alias Alice was using. "What''s this about?" The young man handed them a piece of paper. "We''ve found the fugitive. They asked me to inform you." "Pardon?" The young man left without further explanation, seemingly just following orders. Serati and Alice looked at each other. "How did they find a fugitive that doesn''t even exist?" "Indeed. This is the first time I''ve encountered something like this." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 57 - 56: Dark God’s Territory (3) Chapter 57: Chapter 56: Dark God''s Territory (3) The information received can be summarized roughly as follows: They found a location on the outskirts of the village that is suspected to be the hideout of the wanted fugitive. While the fugitive''s whereabouts during the day are unclear, they seem to return to this spot at night to sleep. So, strike when the time is right and capture them~. Simply handing over information to bounty hunters and stepping back might seem like the lord is neglecting his duties. But when you think about it, it''s a natural course of action. If the lord were to mobilize his soldiers, there would be costs associated with any injuries or deaths that might occur. Why bother risking the soldiers when outsiders are willing to eliminate the problem for free? It''s the kind of attitude one would expect from a lord governing his territory. "That is, if the fugitive actually exists." Tarman and others scoffed. "It''s a trap." "And it only shows up at night? Well, that confirms it." "Are the cultists around here really that dumb? Do they think we''ll fall for such an obvious trap?" At that moment, Karnak tried to shift the atmosphere. "Hey, isn''t this actually more troublesome for us?" "Hmm? Troublesome?" "I''m saying, let''s think from the cultists'' perspective." What if Tarman and his group ignore the information they worked hard to provide? That would be like admitting that the real target isn''t the fugitive. From the cultists'' point of view, that would give them a reason to be on guard. And what if the group mindlessly walks into the trap? Then it would confirm that they''re just ordinary bounty hunters. But even so, it doesn''t matter. That would mean that outsiders with no ties are venturing into a deserted area. They can be easily disposed of, and a large amount of delicious blood can be collected. What if Tarman and his group really were the King''s Order and knowingly fell into the trap on purpose? Then they''d be dealing with the King''s Order in a favorable location on favorable terms, which they''d have to confront anyway. "Either way, it seems the cultists have nothing to lose." A brief silence followed. The others hadn''t thought that far ahead. Inwardly, Karnak clicked his tongue. ''These guys, I thought they were more meticulous, but they''re actually rather sloppy, huh?'' Well, the King''s Order has only been established for less than a year. It''s not yet time for them to have accumulated various know-hows. "Damn it." Tarman crumpled the wanted poster with a look of frustration. "We won''t be able to use the method of finding wanted men anymore." Cald asked with a grim expression. "So what do we do, Captain?" Should they ignore it? Or should they go even though they know it''s a trap? After a moment of contemplation, Tarman glanced at Karnak and then relaxed his expression. "Come to think of it, we''re pretty lucky." Originally, this mission was assigned to just Tarman, Cald, and Alice. If it were just the three of them walking knowingly into a vampire''s lair? "It wouldn''t be impossible, but we couldn''t ignore the risk either." But now they have Karnak and his group, or more precisely, the aura user Serati. Even as a novice of the King''s Order, her actual combat abilities are top-class. "Let''s fall into the trap." *** That evening, Tarman and his group gathered in a cabin on the outskirts of the village. It was the so-called hideout of the ''nonexistent fugitive'' that the Count Brelant''s household had informed them about. Sitting on any random chair, Tarman muttered. "Now we just have to wait until the sun sets." Everyone began preparing for the upcoming battle while resting. Watching them, Serati had some doubts. ''They''re too relaxed.'' No matter how much they trust her as an aura user, they seemed overly at ease. It was as if they didn''t think they were in any danger at all. ''Are vampires really such an easy opponent?'' So she discreetly asked Tarman. "How strong are vampires?" Tarman chuckled. "They''re not something Dame Serati needs to worry about." Vampires become several times stronger than when they were human. Moreover, as they continue to drink blood and grow stronger, they can even wield their unique blood magic. "In short, they only get a few times stronger than they were as humans. Some who have consumed a lot of blood might exhibit abilities beyond those of a first-class knight, but...." Even so, it''s not enough to pose a significant threat to the current group''s strength. "The key is how many there are...." This can also be roughly estimated by the number of people who have gone missing. After all, they must have drained their blood. It''s similar to estimating numbers through supply. "Even if there are a lot, I doubt there are more than ten. That''s why I judged it wasn''t a big threat. That''s also why I chose to deliberately fall into the trap." Serati was puzzled. "Aren''t older vampires significantly stronger?" Among the adventure stories she had read, there were even lord-level vampires who had lived for hundreds of years. Cald and Alice chuckled at this. "Oh, sure, in adventure stories, they come out like that, but...." "In reality, such vampires can''t possibly exist, can they?" A lord-level vampire who has consumed blood for hundreds of years would indeed be an incredible monster. But really, could such a vampire drink blood for hundreds of years without being discovered? "They usually get found out and killed long before that happens." "R-Really?" Vampires, unlike other monsters, can''t grow stronger in secluded areas. Due to their need to drink human blood, they inevitably leave traces within human living spaces. Surviving for hundreds of years while feeding on blood every day? For this to be possible, two premises would be necessary. First, the very existence of vampires would need to be dismissed as mere legend. Second, superhuman abilities like battle aura, mana, or divine power would need to be either nonexistent or extremely rare. What if everyone acknowledged that vampires exist, and the world was full of ways for humans to gain powers greater than those of vampires? If both hunters and vampires could use similar abilities? "Then they''d just be criminals who can''t even move around in daylight and have to steal blood constantly, wouldn''t they? And they''d have to commit crimes regularly, too." "They might survive for a few years, but there''s no way they could last for hundreds of years like that." "That''s why all the old vampires have already disappeared." "But it''s also hard to completely eradicate vampires." "Vampires are like an endemic disease; no matter how hard you try to exterminate them, they''ll always reappear somewhere." Serati felt a bit embarrassed by Cald and Alice''s explanation. As expected, the stories were different from reality. But she still had some lingering questions. "What about aura users or mages becoming vampires? Wouldn''t they still be strong even as vampires?" Apparently, that wasn''t the case either. According to Tarman, there''s no particular benefit for aura users, mages, or clerics in becoming vampires. "They can''t use aura or mana once they become vampires. In fact, they become weaker." Different types of energy don''t mix. No matter how powerful an aura user or mage is, once they become a vampire, they lose their aura and mana. They have to start over as an ordinary vampire, slowly building up mana of darkness from scratch. It was no wonder their attitudes were so relaxed. Existing vampires, no matter how long they''ve been around, haven''t survived more than ten years. Those younger than that have clear limitations, regardless of their previous strength as humans. "Dame Serati, you seem to know little about vampires?" "I''ve only heard stories, never faced one myself...." "Then we should enlighten you a bit." Although vampires might seem easy to deal with, they still shouldn''t be underestimated. As experienced seniors, Tarman and others shared various insights. "The most effective method is divine power, of course. Or holy relics from the Churches of the Seven Goddesses imbued with divine power." This isn''t just a weakness for vampires but for all undead. "Sunlight is obviously a famous one...." "The idea that they''re weak to silver is incorrect. More precisely, they''re weak to holy silver. Silver is simply the metal most capable of carrying divine power." However, there was one thing even they weren''t too sure about. "As for garlic, it''s a bit ambiguous." "Everyone who''s encountered vampires seems to have slightly different opinions on it." Vampires fear garlic. Garlic is completely useless. The idea that vampires fear garlic is nothing but foolish superstition. Vampires dislike garlic, but it doesn''t cause them any real harm, and so on. "Even within the King''s Order, opinions on this are divided. No one knows for sure what''s true." At that moment, Serati suddenly remembered. ''Wait, there''s an expert right next to me, isn''t there?'' There was no need to be curious anymore. She could just ask Karnak. [What''s the truth?] [Well, uh....] Karnak replied ambiguously. [You could say it''s effective, or you could say it''s not.] [What?] [You know how vampire hunters sometimes cover themselves in garlic juice or wear it around their necks? From a vampire''s perspective, it feels like this.] A crazy person charges into battle, covered in excrement. Or they wear something disgusting around their neck while wildly swinging a sword. [It''s a bit gross, but you get the idea, right?] Serati was taken aback. [...Regardless of whether it''s strong or weak, they definitely wouldn''t want to get close.] That''s why opinions vary even within the King''s Order. Vampires, too, have different thresholds for disgust. Some would avoid it simply because it''s dirty, not because it''s scary, and would just flee. Others might grit their teeth and ignore it, while some might get even more enraged and go on a killing spree. [Still, there''s no harm in having it on hand since it''s not completely ineffective.] In fact, Tarman and his group had already stocked up on a handful of garlic. In a pinch, they could throw it to create an opening. Tarman let out a hearty laugh. "The King''s Order, after all, is the kingdom''s elite, no? While we should remain vigilant, there''s no need to be overly tense about a group of vampires." *** While they were leisurely resting, the sun began to set. Before they knew it, day had turned to night, and darkness had fallen. The sunset quickly disappeared, leaving the world in darkness. Suddenly, Karnak sent a telepathic message. [They''re coming. Let them know.] Following the order, Serati spoke up. "Shouldn''t we start getting ready?" Tarman, who was meditating, looked puzzled. The cleric Alice had yet to give any warning. sea??h th§× n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Did you sense something, Dame Serati?" "No, it''s not that. I just have a bad feeling." At this, not only Tarman, but also Alice and Cald''s expressions changed. "You can''t ignore an aura user''s intuition." "Indeed." This was the reason Karnak had deliberately had Serati speak up. It would be suspicious if an ordinary mage noticed the approach of vampires that even a cleric couldn''t detect. But with Serati, it didn''t matter. Aura users'' intuition is so vague that everyone just accepts it as it is. Rising from his seat, Tarman grabbed his magic wand. "Everyone, prepare for battle!" The others also armed themselves and heightened their senses. How would the vampires attack? The ceiling? The walls? The windows? Or perhaps they would shoot something like fire arrows from afar. After all, it''s the sun that vampires fear, not fire. As they kept their guard up, tension thick in the air, something happened. Suddenly, Alice''s face turned pale. ''This energy...?'' At the same time, the cabin exploded! Boom! An enormous amount of light struck the cabin directly, blowing it apart. Though small, the entire house collapsed in an instant. Crash...! Dust and debris from the shattered wooden planks filled the air. Out of the chaos, six figures burst forth. Thanks to Alice''s divine protection, everyone was unharmed. "What the hell was that?" "Are vampires really this powerful?" Tarman and his group were shocked. The power of that strike was something only a decent aura user or a high-ranking mage could exhibit. As they rushed into the yard, they found themselves facing ten vampires, their eyes glowing red. One figure, in particular, stood out among them. "So, it was the King''s Order after all." At the front of the group was a man in his mid-thirties, brandishing a sword with a blade that glowed red. "There''s no way mere bounty hunters could have avoided that strike." Holding his blood-red aura sword, he began to advance slowly. The red aura vibrated through the air, emitting a chilling, ominous sound. Whomp, whomp, whomp! Serati glanced over at Tarman. "Um, Lord Tarman?" Tarman had definitely said that there was nothing special about aura users who became vampires. That they couldn''t use their original aura, and would have to start from scratch if they wanted to regain power. "Then what is that?" Tarman frowned. "...What the hell is going on here?" [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 58 - 57: Dark God’s Territory (4) Chapter 58: Chapter 57: Dark God''s Territory (4) It wasn''t just Tarman and Alice who were shocked. Cald stood there as if he had turned into a corpse. It was because he recognized the face. "...Sir Durald?" The strongest knight of Brelant County and a red-level aura user had appeared before him as a vampire. Seeing Cald''s reaction, Durald narrowed his eyes. "I thought your face looked familiar. So you were the Twin Blades of Delim. Did you join the King''s Order?" Cald stammered in disbelief. "Wh-why have you become a vampire?" There was no way he had been a vampire from the beginning. Just two years ago, Durald had been undeniably human. He had even seen him in broad daylight, under the scorching sun! "What could possibly make someone like you... becoming a vampire would actually cause you to lose power as an aura user..." No, that wasn''t right. The weapon in Durald''s hand was undeniably a sword imbued with battle aura. ''What in the world is going on?'' As Cald stood there in confusion, Tarman stepped forward. "It''s confirmed that Brelant County has colluded with the cult." He spoke as he returned to his serious demeanor, looking around. "Based on the authority granted to the King''s Order, I declare you enemies of the Goddesses and the King! Surrender now and obey the royal command!" The vampires began to chuckle ominously. "Kuhuhu..." "Kikikikik..." "Royal command?" "Kneel before us?" "Who commands whom?" Tarman remained calm. He was following the established procedure, never expecting them to surrender peacefully. "If you won''t comply, then there will be only summary judgment!" Cald and Baros took their battle stances. Karnak began to gather his mana, and Alice surrounded herself with divine power. "King''s Order! Punish them in the name of the King!" Durald raised his right hand as well. "Go forth, vanguard of Tesranak!" The vampires all leaped forward at once. "Offer the blood of heretics to our god!" *** Tarman and his group, Karnak, and Baros quickly formed a circular formation. They stood back-to-back, preparing for attacks from behind while facing the oncoming swarm of vampires. One of the leading vampires let out a sharp cry. "Kyaaaah!" Its ten claws elongated into blades, slashing through the air. A crimson web of bloodthirst sliced through the empty space. This alone would have terrified ordinary soldiers, but... "Hmph!" Scoffing, Cald easily deflected the assault. In reality, it was no different from wielding ordinary daggers. Five fingers meant five blades, right? But they were all attached to the palm, weren''t they? The trajectory of all five blades was identical, merely extending the range slightly. Swinging both hands was no different from wielding dual daggers. "Let me show you real dual-wielding!" Cald launched his counterattack. His twin swords danced wildly. He deflected the attacks with his short sword while launching continuous strikes with his long sword. "Ugh!" The vampire that had charged at him staggered back, bleeding. At that moment, Cald closed the distance. As he advanced, the roles of his swords switched. The short sword, capable of quick transitions, took the offensive, while the long sword, with its extended blade, acted as a shield to protect his body. The claws of another vampire, waiting for an opportunity, were blocked by the blade. At the same time, blood splattered from the opponent''s chest. "Y-you damn royal family''s dog... urk!" It couldn''t even finish its sentence, gasping for breath as Cald''s short sword had pierced deep into its lungs. This rapid shift in combat style was the reason Cald was known as the Twin Blades of Delim. Although he had not yet awakened his battle aura, he was already a swordsman who had reached a high level of mastery. Cald skillfully continued to battle the two vampires. But he couldn''t finish them off immediately. Vampires didn''t fall just because they got cut a few times. A wound that would have been fatal to a human, striking them down with a single blow, was just a minor injury that would bleed for a bit before healing on these monsters. ''These regenerating bastards are really annoying!'' That''s why they needed the holy power of a cleric. Alice raised her staff. "O Atima! Bestow your blessing upon this sword to cut down evil!" A gentle light enveloped Cald''s twin swords. It was a holy spell that weakened the undead''s regenerative powers. But she didn''t stop there and continued with another spell. "Before the light of the Goddess, let the unholy be consumed by fire!" A soft radiance spread over both allies and enemies alike. It had no effect on the living, but to the undead, it felt like a burning flame. The vampires screamed in agony as their skin seemed to burn. "Kyaaaah!" "Cleric!" "Kill that wench first!" One heavily armored vampire swung its halberd down. Seeing the incoming blade, Alice grumbled. "Every time, they always target me first." Saying it was a common occurrence meant she was well accustomed to the situation. Twisting her body, she also brought down her wand¡ªnot towards the vampire, but towards the ground. Boom! Light spread through the earth, binding the advancing vampire''s feet. As a result, the force behind the descending halberd was weakened. The weakened blade failed to penetrate Alice''s shield, stopping midway. She reached out her hand. "Flash of Atima!" A projectile of light struck the vampire''s abdomen. "Argh!" The vampire was sent flying, and Alice triumphantly shouted. "Who said clerics can''t fight? We''ve got plenty of attack spells too!" The fallen vampire quickly got back up. Even after taking a direct hit from divine power, the natural enemy of the undead, it seemed relatively unscathed. Somewhat disappointed, she added, "...The problem is, most attack spells aren''t as powerful as regular magic." This was the typical combat style of a cleric. They spread divine power widely to prevent the enemy''s approach, and when the weakened foe finally managed to close in, they pushed them back, focusing entirely on self-defense. There was no need to take risks by trying to finish the enemy off. That was the job of the other comrades. "Fire Blast!" Once again, Tarman''s scorching flame magic struck the heavily armored vampire that had been targeting Alice. Boom! Thanks to this, the vampire that had just managed to rise ended up rolling back onto the ground. "Ugh!" Another vampire took this opportunity to target Tarman, but... Thud! A 2-meter-tall clay golem blocked its path. It was the golem Tarman had summoned. "Damn it! A mere golem!" The vampire snarled, swinging its claws. The red blood keeps striking the clay doll. However, because it is so hard, only a few pieces fall. The clay golem reached out to grab the vampire once again. But this time, the vampire quickly evaded. The golem was simply too slow. Both mages and necromancers summon unique creatures through their spells. Necromancers summon zombies, ghouls, wraiths, and undead spirits, while mages summon golems, puppet dolls, or even magical beasts and spirits. However, there was a significant difference in power. Necromancers can control hundreds of zombies at once and often summon rare undead monsters. In contrast, a mage''s golems and puppets are slower and weaker. Summoning magical beasts or spirits could potentially match the necromancer''s power, but with the same amount of mana, a necromancer can summon dozens of undead spirits, while a mage can only summon one magical beast. In similar circumstances, a necromancer''s summoning abilities far exceed those of a mage in every aspect. However, mages have an overwhelming advantage. "Lightning Blast!" A bolt of blue lightning tore through the air. It was too fast to dodge. The thunderbolt struck the retreating vampire directly. "Kyaaaaah!" The vampire was instantly reduced to blackened ash that scattered in all directions. It was a terrifying force that even a vampire''s regenerative powers couldn''t withstand. When it comes to the power of a single strike, a mage is far superior. In similar circumstances, a mage''s offensive magic surpasses a necromancer''s in every way. So the tactics of mages and necromancers who use summoning spells are also very different. For a necromancer, the summoned creatures are the main combatants, while the necromancer acts as a commander, controlling the battlefield. On the other hand, for a mage, summoned creatures are merely shields to protect the mage. The mage themselves is the primary combatant. Tarman, harnessing his surging mana, surveyed the battlefield. ''Did I take one down? Not bad.'' They had already reduced the enemy''s forces shortly after the battle had begun. Meanwhile, their side had suffered no significant damage. Tarman glanced over at Karnak''s side. It was thanks to them. Their skills were far beyond what he had expected, allowing for a more relaxed battle. ''A mere 4th-circle mage and his knight from the countryside, they said...'' At the moment, Tarman and his group were holding off five vampires between the three of them. Meanwhile, Karnak and Baros were holding off four vampires by themselves without being pushed back at all! Tarman clicked his tongue in amazement. ''The world is indeed vast. How could such strong individuals have remained unknown until now?'' To Tarman, it seemed as if Karnak and Baros were effortlessly dealing with the vampires. But the reality was a bit different. [Ah, this is tricky.] [Of all things, we''re up against vampires...] They were indeed at ease. It was true that they were far from being in any kind of danger. However, considering their experience, they should have already slaughtered these four vampires by now. They had easily defeated far stronger necromancers in the past, relying solely on their expertise. Casting spells continuously, Karnak muttered. [Do you remember how these creatures used to fight, Baros?] [I don''t really know.] Swinging his sword, Baros shrugged. [They were so weak that we just used them as ordinary foot soldiers, remember?] Karnak, who had fought against the world and commanded numerous monsters, had indeed had vampires among his subordinates. The problem was that Tarman and his group''s explanation was entirely accurate. There truly wasn''t a single old vampire among them. All of them had died long before reaching such an age. Decades after conquering the world, stronger vampires did eventually emerge, but by then, there were no challengers left who could stand against the Death King. [If it were zombies or ghouls, I''d have a better idea of how to handle them since I used them a lot when I was weaker...] Karnak had never seen or cared much about how vampires fought. [Let''s just ignore them and treat them like regular foot soldiers.] [That''s probably for the best.] The two continued their battle calmly. No need to take unnecessary risks¡ªsafety first. In any case, there was no chance they would lose to these vampires. The situation was steadily tilting in favor of Tarman and his group. At this rate, they would likely be able to take down the entire swarm of vampires without sustaining any significant injuries. However, the vampires showed no signs of fear. "Tesranak blesses us with protection!" "Even if we die here!" "The God of Death will grant us the darkness of resurrection!" To these fanatics, even being reduced to ashes was merely an act of martyrdom, a return to Tesranak. They charged in ruthlessly, indifferent to whether their comrades or they themselves were dying. On the other hand, Tarman and his group''s expressions were gradually becoming grim. ''It''s not enough just to win.'' ''The real issue is what happens over there.'' Even in the midst of battle, Cald and Alice kept glancing across the open area. The relentless barrage of deafening explosions had been continuing non-stop... Boom! Boom boom! Boom! It was the battlefield where Serati and Durald were crossing swords, their two streams of red aura devastating the area around them. [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] S§×arch* The Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Chapter 59 - 58: Dark God’s Territory (5) Chapter 59: Chapter 58: Dark God''s Territory (5) A red blade filled the entire field of vision. Focusing, Serati launched a counterattack. Boom! The clash of battle aura sent shockwaves in all directions. The impact caused the trees to shake, and the ground to crack, sending up clouds of dust. Through the thick dust, a red-haired woman emerged, panting heavily. "Huff, huff..." The vampire aura user, Durald with the red eyes, muttered in admiration. "Quite the skill for someone so young." His praise was nothing more than the indulgence of someone in a favorable position. "But you''re still no match for me!" Once again, the aura blade came flying at her. Serati narrowly avoided it, gritting her teeth. ''What''s with this talk about age? He doesn''t even look that experienced.'' They had already clashed several times. Thanks to that, she had gauged her opponent''s skill. In terms of aura, there wasn''t much difference. In fact, she even had a slight advantage. Swordsmanship? She could hold her own. As for age, Durald was more than 10 years older than Serati, but when it came to experience, there wasn''t much of a gap. He had only fought in limited scenarios as a knight of the count family. On the other hand, Serati was an adventurer. Even though her time was short, she had experienced far more varied battles. Especially recently, she had gained a lot of experience fighting several necromancers. As an aura user, there was nothing where Serati lagged behind Durald. Yet she was being overwhelmed. Simply because of his superior strength and speed. S§×ar?h the N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Hah!" With a shout, Durald swung his aura sword down. It was a simple strike. Normally, she would have blocked it and countered right away. But Serati could only struggle to hold her ground. "Grr!" The moment she blocked, an immense force pressed down on both her shoulders. Durald immediately launched a series of strikes. The aura sword danced as it pierced left and right. "Take this!" This time, Serati barely managed to dodge. But all she could do was avoid the attacks, without finding any chance to counter. ''If I try to counter, I''ll get hit.'' Feeling constantly pressured, she ground her teeth. She could see where he was aiming, but she was still overwhelmed by his strength. She knew the trajectory of the next attack, but the speed left her unable to react. ''Damn vampires, they''re so annoying...'' With the physical abilities of a vampire enhanced by the power of aura, it created a destructive force that wouldn''t be possible for a normal red-tier aura user. So why couldn''t a Red Knight produce such destructive power? Because the moment someone could do that, they were already beyond a Red Knight¡ªthey were at the level of a Blue Knight. But then, was Durald at the level of a Blue Knight? Not really. He couldn''t masterfully wield the techniques like a blue-level aura user. His skills were just average. ''My swordsmanship isn''t lacking, but I''m being overpowered by his strength!'' She was now experiencing firsthand what the ordinary knights she had fought must have felt. Seizing the upper hand, Durald shouted triumphantly. "Taste the power bestowed upon me by Tesranak!" "You''re just a vampire who got stronger, how is that divine power?" "Even as I become a vampire, my aura shines! If this isn''t divine power, then what is?" "Oh, well, that does sound somewhat convincing..." Muttering absently, Serati shook her head. ''This isn''t the time to be persuaded.'' Anyway, she was in trouble. Fortunately, her other comrades seemed to be fighting well, but it didn''t mean much. If it''s the current Durald, he could probably take on Tarman''s group, the hidden strength of Karnak, and even Baros. If Serati lost, her comrades would be in danger too. Of course, if it came to that, Karnak would reveal his true power and take down Durald... ''But then Tarman''s group would all die anyway!'' Even if they didn''t die, they''d likely suffer severe mental trauma. It was a situation where she absolutely couldn''t afford to lose, for the sake of Tarman''s group. Sweat slowly began to soak Serati''s back. ''What should I do?'' *** Karnak, observing the situation, sent a magic message. [Hey, Baros. If this continues, Serati is going to lose, isn''t she?] Just because he was a novice in swordsmanship didn''t mean he was a novice in battle. With all the battles he had experienced in his previous life, he could roughly assess the situation just by looking. [It''s good to let Serati develop her skills, but isn''t it about time to switch out?] Baros shook his head. [It''s impossible.] But it wasn''t as if he had intentionally pushed Durald onto Serati. [If I go up against him, I''ll definitely lose. Didn''t you see what happened when I fought Maz-nun?] [Then isn''t that a problem? Even if you would lose, Serati doesn''t stand a chance. She''s weaker than you.] [But Serati''s physical abilities aren''t as lacking as mine, right?] The gap that Baros could currently handle was just about the same as Serati''s. If it widened any further, even his techniques would become ineffective. [That''s why you held back when I fought Randolph before, wasn''t it?] At that time, he had just recently regressed. While he had all the skills and experience in his head, it was impossible to utilize them with an untrained body. It was the same when fighting the demon Maz-nun. By then, he had trained quite a bit, so he could execute all his techniques, but he was so overwhelmingly outmatched physically that he couldn''t do anything. [Instead of flawless techniques that won''t work, there''s a higher chance of victory with crude techniques that at least have a chance.] [And what if you lose? Are you going to make me use necromancy again?] [We have a safer method. Let''s use Plan P, Plan P.] [Oh, right, that''s an option.] Finally, Karnak sighed in relief. Indeed, if it was just a matter of having Baros possess Serati, it could be done without Tarman''s group noticing. Of course, this would have serious consequences for Serati''s mental health... [She''ll go mad after about three times, so there''s still some leeway with one more use.] For the record, Karnak and Baros weren''t the only ones in this "secret magic communication." Serati, who had been fighting desperately, shuddered. [Excuse me! I can hear everything!] They had warned her she might go mad, and now they were casually discussing doing it again? Karnak tried to soothe her. [It''s okay. You''ve got one more use left.] [But weren''t you saving it for a real emergency!] [This looks pretty urgent to me.] Serati gritted her teeth. Her mind sharpened with determination. A moment ago, she was only worried about the safety of Tarman''s group, but now it had become her own problem. ''I have to win! I absolutely can''t lose!'' Serati''s resolve intensified. Two times might be okay? How could she trust that? It''s coming from someone who''s totally untrustworthy! ''If I lose here, I might end up mentally broken!'' Her battle aura sharpened like a blade, and a fierce determination surged through her entire body. Seeing her sudden shift, Durald''s expression changed as well. ''What''s this? She''s not just determined, she''s fighting like her life depends on it!'' *** Serati fought desperately, again and again. "Hah! Haa!" Earlier, "desperately" was just a figure of speech, but now it was truly a life-or-death situation. You might think that going mad doesn''t mean losing your life, but... ''There''s no way that guy would take care of a servant who''s no longer useful!'' Given what she knew of Karnak''s personality, he was very likely to discard her immediately! "Aaaaaaah!" In the face of her terrifying resolve, Durald could no longer move as confidently as before. ''Why did she suddenly change like this!'' Thanks to this, what had been a one-sided situation turned into a fierce, evenly-matched battle. Serati and Durald exchanged blows with their aura swords, neither side yielding an inch. Boom! Boom! Boom! Even so, victory still seemed unlikely. Though she barely managed to maintain a balanced fight, it wasn''t enough to overturn the situation. At this rate, she would eventually be pushed back again. ''Ahhhh...'' Serati''s face grew pale as she swung her aura sword. ''Am I really going to have my body taken over again?'' For a moment, she even thought that might not be so bad. In fact, she had often wanted to feel that sensation again. ''No! Get a grip, Serati! Just thinking like that is dangerous!'' And then it happened. [Looks like we won''t need Plan P after all.] Karnak''s relaxed voice came through the magic communication. [At this rate, she''ll win.] Baros had a similar reaction. [Exactly. It seems all that training paid off.] Serati was taken aback. ''I''m going to win?'' Why were they so confident that she would win? Serati herself couldn''t see a way out of this situation at all! ''What do they mean it was worth all the training?'' While she was lost in such confusion, Serati''s aura sword unexpectedly slipped through Durald''s barrage. Even Serati herself didn''t understand why she had moved that way... "Huh!" Durald recoiled in fright. By sheer chance, her attack had perfectly targeted the moment he was adjusting his stance. As a result, the previously even battle flow was completely disrupted. "Huh?" Though confused, Serati immediately launched a counterattack. The red aura snaked around, aiming at Durald from all directions. Having been pushed back once, Durald''s movements suddenly became sluggish. He retreated in a panic, gritting his teeth. "Damn, did she have a hidden move?" ''...A hidden move?'' Her mind was in chaos, but her body continued executing the next actions flawlessly. Serati''s consecutive thrusts targeted Durald''s left side. Once again, her aura sword slipped perfectly through his defenses. "...Huh?" Only a moment later did she realize what she had done. "Oh..." This was it. This was why Baros, even without having fully awakened his own aura, could toy with Serati, an aura user. No matter how strong or fast Durald''s attacks were, the speed of the stance changes that initiated those attacks couldn''t match. So the key wasn''t to aim at the oncoming blade or Durald''s body, but at Durald''s very intent. ''So this was it...'' With this realization, Serati''s movements became more fluid. Her aura sword smoothly traced circles, continuously attacking Durald from all sides. And yet, she kept feeling a sense of doubt... "Huh?" And with each doubt came an answer. "Oh..." Meanwhile, Durald was on the verge of losing his mind. ''What is this?'' The opponent he had been underestimating had suddenly become strangely powerful, uttering weird sounds and launching bizarre counterattacks. ''What the hell? Is it a spell? Or some kind of sorcery?'' Why were these strange mutterings accompanied by such eerie counterattacks? Again, Serati''s aura sword pierced through his defenses. "Huh?" Just as he tried to block it, he was hit by another unstoppable flurry of strikes. "Oh..." Blood began to splatter from Durald''s body. These were injuries inflicted by aura that even his vampire physique couldn''t withstand. ''This can''t be happening!'' The arrogance on his face twisted into a grimace. ''This can''t be happening!'' Despair began to cloud the face of the once-proud fallen knight. ''Tesranak granted me this new power!'' Durald raised his sword high above his head, channeling all his aura into it. Ignoring his own safety, he prepared to unleash a desperate, final strike. "Gahhhh." Seeing this, Serati frowned. ''Wow, how dirty!'' His actions screamed, ''If I go down, you''re coming with me! But I''m a vampire, so I won''t actually die!'' If she tried to exploit an opening like before, she would likely lose an arm. So should she back off? Should she give up the hard-won advantage? At that moment, her eyes calmed. ''Do I really need to?'' She didn''t think it was necessary. ''I''m an evil necromancer''s subject now, aren''t I?'' Thanks to becoming a subject, she had regained the arms she once lost. ''So what if I lose an arm? He will just reattach it anyway!'' With a cold smile, she stepped forward, swinging her aura sword in a horizontal slash. Both sides abandoned concern for their own safety in a mad clash of strikes. Swish! The battle was decided. Durald''s red blade sank halfway into Serati''s right arm, spraying blood... Drip, drip, drip... At the same time, her sword sliced cleanly through his neck. Schk! Durald''s head flew into the air with a chilling sound. [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 60 - 59: Dark God’s Territory (5) Chapter 60: Chapter 59: Dark God''s Territory (5) The severed head floated in the air before it quickly fell to the ground, rolling away. A deflated groan escaped between its sharp fangs. "Kuh, kuh..." The body of Durald, now without its master, slowly knelt down. Karnak, who was watching, let out a small chuckle. [Serati has a good sense, doesn''t she? She really took advantage of being a subject.] [Though, it''s also thanks to the opponent''s foolishness.] Durald''s decision-making was far too sloppy. Now that he had become a vampire with regenerative abilities beyond human capabilities, he should have acted more decisively. He should have ignored the fact that his neck was being cut and completely severed Serati''s arm. [Had he done that, he might not have had his entire neck cut off.] It would have stopped at being half-severed, which could have been quickly restored by the vampire''s regenerative power. [Or he should have given up on her arm from the start and focused on protecting his neck.] Had he done that, they both might have walked away without significant injuries. [He should have either acted like a human or like a vampire. He needed to be decisive, tsk tsk.] [Well, it hasn''t been long since he became a vampire, so it''s understandable.] As Durald collapsed, the fates of the other vampires weren''t far behind. Despite their fanatical struggle, they fell one by one, spilling their blood on the ground. "Gah!" "Aaaargh!" As soon as the last one''s head was cut off, Alice ran towards Serati. "I''ll treat your wounds first, Dame Serati!" Though the wound on his arm was deep, it wasn''t severe enough to require amputation. As Alice''s healing spell unfolded, the wound began to heal, and the pain gradually subsided. Although full recovery would take more time, it was no longer severe enough to hinder her movement. After testing her arm, Serati expressed her gratitude. "Thank you, Priestess Alice." "We''re the ones who should be thanking you. If we had come here alone, we would have been in real trouble." If the three of them had come alone, they would have become wandering spirits in the wilderness. They had never imagined that such a powerful vampire actually existed. Tarman, his face stern, moved forward. Even with only his head left, Durald was still emitting a silent groan. "Ugh, ugh..." Without lungs, he couldn''t make a proper sound, yet he still couldn''t die. The power of darkness was keeping him alive, even with just his head remaining. ''Not yet! I''m not dead yet!'' Tarman, gathering his magic, reached out his hand. "Yes, you''re not dead." A white flash of light struck Durald''s head directly. "But that''s all you are." A powerful chill froze the severed head completely. "This secures the evidence of the count''s crimes." Lifting the frozen head into the air with telekinetic magic, Tarman smiled coldly. "Contact the headquarters, Miss Alice. Tell them we are ready to bring down Count Brelant''s family." "Yes, Captain." *** Three days after the battle, just past noon at Brelant Castle. A group of over a hundred armed men surrounded the castle, turning it into a scene of slaughter. "Capture them all!" "Don''t let a single one escape!" Heavily armed soldiers swarmed throughout the castle, mercilessly cutting down anyone who resisted. The servants were killed. "Gaaah!" The maids were killed as well. "Aaaah!" The soldiers showed no hesitation. The attacking servants and maids were far from ordinary humans. Each one bared their fangs, their crimson eyes filled with malice, moving with speed beyond that of any human. Operating under the shadow of the castle''s thick curtains, they continuously slashed at the soldiers with their sharp claws. "Kyakakaka!" "Kyaaaah!" Yet, it was the vampires who were falling. Though they weren''t as powerful as the King''s Order, the soldiers were seasoned veterans hardened by countless battles. They also had the advantage in numbers, and most importantly, it was broad daylight. "In the name of the Goddess!" "Punish these evil beings!" Just pulling back the curtains would expose the vampires directly to the sunlight. From the moment the battle began in daylight, the vampires'' strength had already been severely diminished. "Aaaargh!" Brelant Castle crumbled pitifully under the soldiers'' relentless assault. The knights, once the pride of the Brelant family, were now utterly useless. They stood outside the castle, helplessly watching the situation unfold. "This can''t be happening..." "The Count..." For those unaware, the knights and soldiers who had no connection to the power of darkness or the cult were simply in disbelief at the current situation. But disbelief wasn''t an option. The "living head" of Sir Durald, presented by the King''s Order, was irrefutable evidence that Count Brelant had allied himself with the cultists. Moreover, weren''t the vampires themselves rampaging right before their eyes? There was no more undeniable proof than what they could see with their own eyes. "Our castle was a den of cultists...?" With the loyalty of his subordinates gone and the protection of the dark cult lost, Count Brelant had few options left. All he could do was sit in the lord''s seat, idly playing with the edge of his blade, his empty eyes staring into nothingness. "Tesranak, please watch over me..." The body of the count who had committed suicide was discovered after the castle was completely taken over. But Tarman was not satisfied. They hadn''t yet captured all the sins of the Count''s family. "Find the young lord of the Count family! Not a single seed of this evil must be left behind!" *** In a forest on the outskirts of the castle, two men and a small boy were running. "Hurry, young lord!" "They could catch up to us at any moment!" The necromancers, priests of Tesranak who served the Cult of the Dark God, urged the boy on. But the boy''s pace only continued to slow. His body was weak from the start. Even becoming a vampire had only barely restored the physical strength of an ordinary boy his age. And now, it was broad daylight. Despite being cloaked in a thick robe and using necromancy to block the sunlight, the effects were still there. "Huff, huff..." They tried to move through the shadows of the forest, but his breathing grew more labored. His entire body was damp. It wasn''t sweat. His skin was cracking, and blood was seeping out. Gritting his teeth against the burning pain caused by the sunlight, the boy thought bitterly. ''Father...'' I cannot forgive them. I will never forgive them. I will have my revenge. In the name of the great Tesranak, I will surely repay this grudge! But the boy''s resolve would not be fulfilled. Three figures had already appeared from the other side of the forest. "Ah, so they came this way after all." "It''s really amazing. How does Lord Karnak know all of this?" "I told you, I just see things. The traces are all there, so what''s so hard about tracking them?" It was Karnak''s group that had separated from Tarman''s party and pursued them. Karnak wiggled his finger and grinned wickedly. "Hehe, shall we hunt down our prey? Go ahead, Serati." It was a truly sinister smile. Clicking her tongue inwardly, Serati launched herself forward. "Yes, yes." The necromancers hurriedly tried to counterattack, but it was futile. At that moment, Karnak snapped his fingers. "Who said you could use necromancy?" With a snap, a dark shadow enveloped the two men, suppressing all their power. The necromancers cried out in shock. "Are you also a necromancer?" "How can someone who wields the power of darkness defy Tesranak?" "Oh, so these guys know a thing or two about Tesranak? Good to know." There was no reason to keep them alive since he intended to extract information through the Darkness of Doom anyway. Serati''s sword, infused with battle aura, flashed twice. The necromancers'' heads flew off simultaneously. "Ugh..." "Guh..." Now, the only one left was the trembling young boy. Serati looked at the young count with a sorrowful expression. "Even such a young boy..." She knew the boy was a vampire. She understood that he had become an unforgivable existence, prolonging his life through the corrupted power of darkness. But killing a child still filled her with a sense of revulsion. "Young lord, you may not be guilty, but..." As she struggled to steel herself and raised her sword, a nonchalant voice cut in. "What are you waiting for, Dame Serati? Just kill him already." With that, Baros swiftly sliced the boy''s neck. "Huh?" The boy was killed so easily that it barely felt real. Serati stuttered, astonished. "No, it''s just that... you killed him so easily..." "Why? Did you have some business with him? If you''re curious about anything, just ask the young master. He can use necromancy to find out for you." "It''s not that..." She sighed. She had thought they had become quite close, but moments like this made her painfully aware of the kind of people they really were. "I just feel like I''ve become a villain." The two abnormal individuals, facing such a normal reaction, tilted their heads in confusion. "Huh? Really?" "Aren''t we the good guys here, Baros?" "That''s what I thought too." Serati didn''t bother to argue further. "No, you did well." "Right? You almost scared me into thinking I was acting inhuman again." Feeling relieved, Karnak pointed at the decapitated body with his finger. "Burn it all." Fwoosh! The three corpses were instantly engulfed in flames. The sight of human figures burning is truly horrific, and Serati cried out in horror. "Wait! Why are you burning the bodies?" S§×ar?h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Karnak calmly replied, "If we leave them, we''ll have to return the Darkness of Doom they possess to the church. We need to erase all traces." This time, even Baros was puzzled. "Were you planning on claiming all of the Darkness of Doom and pretending we never found them in the first place?" "Yep." "Why?" Until now, Karnak hadn''t shown much interest in the Darkness of Doom. What he sought were the secrets hidden within it, not the power itself, which he handed over to the cult without hesitation. After all, increasing necromantic power would only lead to an inevitable downfall. To live as a human, it was better to cultivate pure Chaos Power. But now, it seemed he was starting to covet necromantic power again, as he had in the past. Wondering what had gotten into him, Baros tried to dissuade Karnak. "Young Master? We promised to live like humans, remember?" "I don''t exactly want to end up as a skeleton myself..." Karnak''s expression hardened as he absorbed all of the Darkness of Doom. "But it''s also true that we can''t just grow our strength cautiously anymore. The situation is dire." Serati blinked in surprise. "Dire?" Of course, she acknowledged that the current situation was serious. The Darkness of Doom was spreading across the continent, an unknown cult was gaining power, and, most importantly, the enigmatic presence of Tesranak had appeared. But this was all known information, and Karnak had already decided to act accordingly. So why the sudden change in attitude? "Has something more serious come up?" "Yes. Because of that Durald guy." Karnak nodded as he continued to absorb all the darkness. "And that Shutraff guy too." Baros and Serati''s expressions grew even more confused. "Shutraff, sure... but Durald?" "That guy wasn''t that strong, was he, Young Master?" "He was a bit of a challenge, but nothing I couldn''t handle." Karnak sighed. "The guys themselves aren''t the problem." "Then what is?" He turned away. With the matter here settled, it was time to rejoin Tarman and the others. As he walked, Karnak murmured quietly. "The real problem is how they came to be in the first place..." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 61 - 60: The Wise Cultist Hunt (1) Chapter 61: Chapter 60: The Wise Cultist Hunt (1) Karnak and his group, after resolving the issue with the Count Brelant, officially joined the King''s Order. Normally, they would need to undergo about two more tasks during their training period, but because Tarman''s evaluation of them was exceptionally positive, Commander Erantel immediately recognized their abilities. Following that, they were assigned to the 4th Battalion and handled several incidents, continuously achieving successful results. Now, three months later, Karnak and his group had gained enough trust to be assigned independent missions, such as the task of eradicating a heretic cult. *** In the western part of the Yustil Kingdom, located deep within the Relzebeth Mountain Range that runs north to south across the continent''s northern region. In the depths of these rugged mountains, adjacent to the Lacaenia Empire, hundreds of people had gathered. Most of them were ordinary peasants, with over half being children, women, or the elderly. The weak huddled together, lighting campfires and offering sincere prayers. "Watch over us..." "Protect your lambs..." Having fled oppression, they had hidden themselves deep within this desolate mountain range, clinging to a fragile hope as they prayed. Their devotion appeared truly sincere. Too sincere, in fact. An elderly man, filled with piety, raised his hands. "Receive this offering!" He then approached the campfire, holding a young infant. "A blood offering dedicated to you!" They were all cultists, followers of the Dark God. Filled with madness, the people raised their voices. "This is the trial bestowed upon us by Tesranak..." "Only those who pass the test will knock on the gates of paradise!" The baby''s cries grew louder, as did the prayers of the fanatics. Finally, the old man stood before the campfire. Just as he was about to throw the infant into the flames... "You lunatics!" Sear?h the n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. With a sharp shout, a streak of red light shot in from outside the fortress. The light struck the campfire, smashing it to pieces and scattering embers in all directions. Boom! Simultaneously, a woman flew over the fortress wall. Underneath her flowing red hair, a brilliantly glowing red sword of battle aura revealed itself. The fanatics, startled, began to scatter in all directions. "King''s Order!" "Oh my god! It''s the unbelievers of the kingdom!" The campfire, meant for the sacrifice, was gone. The old man, still holding the infant, was left in a panic, unsure of what to do. "T-this... without the fire, the ritual..." In that moment of confusion, the woman approached the old man. She swiftly kicked him aside and effortlessly caught the baby in midair. With grace and without causing any harm to the infant, she gently held the child and sighed in relief. "There, there, it''s okay now." As the woman comforted the baby, the old man began to weep. "Cursed dogs of the wicked goddess!" The woman let out a snort of disbelief. "Wicked? Who''s calling who wicked when you''re the ones trying to throw a baby into the fire?" The old man''s attitude did not change. He remained convinced that the woman who had interrupted the sacred ritual was a criminal of the highest order. "Indeed, you are a foolish unbeliever, deceived by lies! Do you believe only what your eyes can see?" "Deceived or not, are you seriously saying that throwing a baby into the fire isn''t a bad thing? What nonsense are you spouting?" Behind the woman holding the baby, the sound of a horn echoed beyond the fortress walls. Bwoooooong! Soon after, the walls began to crumble, and soldiers started pouring in. These were the elite troops led by the King''s Order, the kingdom''s inquisitors. "Soldiers of the kingdom, punish those who have forsaken humanity!" *** Screams echoed from all directions. They were the cries of the cultists dying at the hands of the soldiers. "Aaaargh!" "Mother..." "Tesranak, save us..." These were mostly simple peasants. Having never experienced combat, they were no match for the elite soldiers. It was truly a brutal massacre. Yet the soldiers'' expressions showed little emotion. "These cultist bastards..." "They''re completely insane." They had already witnessed what was outside the fortress. These "simple" peasants had tied countless corpses to wooden stakes, offering them as sacrifices to the Dark God. Being simple does not equate to being virtuous. In fact, their simplicity made them even more susceptible to falling into evil. "They''re a breed that shouldn''t be allowed to live!" The soldiers'' swords, filled with righteous anger, showed no hesitation. Most of the cultists were easily cut down. As they died, they called out for the god they believed in and the priests they followed. "Tesranak!" "Lord Palestil!" "Where are you, Lord Darion!" The priests of the Dark God, the necromancers of darkness whom they so desperately called upon, could not protect their followers. They were already being held at bay by another opponent. *** Deep within the fortress stood a two-story wooden building. Inside, two necromancers were confronting a group of three¡ªa young dark-haired mage, a sturdy blond knight, and a young cleric woman who appeared quite young. The necromancers, particularly focused on the young mage, trembled with fear. "Ugh..." "How did the King''s Order find this place...?" Despite their careful movements, the King''s Order had easily discovered their traces. And they had tracked them down so effortlessly, arriving at this hidden place with incredible speed. It made no sense. ''How on earth?'' ''By what means?'' The necromancers weren''t the only ones puzzled by this. Millia, a second-tier inquisitor and a cleric of Latiel, the Goddess of the Sun, who participated in this mission as part of the King''s Order, was equally baffled. "How did you find this place so easily, Lord Karnak?" To her, Karnak''s actions were incomprehensible. There was no information gathering or tracking involved. He had merely arrived at the mountain range, glanced at the terrain, and said: ¡ªIt''s over there. Let''s go. Though she found it absurd, they followed his lead, and when they arrived, there really was a hideout for the cultists. Karnak turned to Millia, speaking in a soothing tone. "This isn''t the time for a leisurely chat, is it? I''ll explain later." He was entirely right. Accepting this, Millia refocused on the necromancers before her. "You''re right. Punishing them is our priority now." Of course, Baros knew the truth. [What excuse are you going to make this time, young master?] [Let''s deal with them first and worry about excuses later. Making up stories every time is exhausting.] At that moment, a red-haired woman entered the building. Having entrusted the rescued baby to another soldier, Serati had arrived belatedly. "How are things outside, Serati?" "The resistance is pretty fierce, but we shouldn''t suffer any major losses." She then turned to Millia and respectfully requested. "Even so, some soldiers might get injured. Priestess Millia, could you please take care of them?" "Pardon? But as a cleric, I should be here to face the necromancers..." Karnak gently reassured the flustered Millia. "The lives of the soldiers are just as precious as anyone else''s. We can handle them ourselves, so shouldn''t we prioritize saving those lives?" Millia was moved. ''To value the lives of soldiers over his own safety!'' It was truly the attitude of a nobleman worth emulating. Refusing here would only be rude to Karnak. "Understood. Then, may Latiel bless you." Light flowed from Millia''s entire body, enveloping Karnak, Baros, and Serati. It was the blessing of the goddess, meant to protect them against the powers of darkness. "Please take care of things!" Millia then dashed out of the building to assist the soldiers. As soon as she was gone, the remaining group''s demeanor changed completely. "Ah, she''s gone." "Now, take this off, young master." "Alright." In that instant, the necromancers were struck with terror. Mana of darkness began to emanate from the young mage''s entire body, erasing the goddess''s blessing that Millia had placed on them. "Gasp!" "The King''s Order using the power of darkness?" Karnak, who had dispelled the blessing, casually shrugged. "Ah, what a bother. It''s not like I can just tell her not to do it." Serati looked slightly uncomfortable. "She did her best to bless us, and treating it like some kind of stain feels a bit disrespectful, don''t you think?" The confused necromancers drew upon their power of darkness. "I don''t know what''s going on, but..." "We are the chosen ones of Tesranak!" Around them, the forms of ghostly blue spirits began to appear¡ªthe spirits of bloodied knights and soldiers let out ghastly wails. Kyaaaah! This was the necromancy of calling forth lingering spirits bound to the earth, the cursed souls of a battlefield¡ªThe Wraiths of the Wasteland. Unlike the unskilled foes they had encountered before, these necromancers had truly mastered the darkness. "Let us show you the true power of darkness!" Yet Serati remained unshaken, knowing full well how this would end. Indeed, a smile deepened on Karnak''s lips. "Oh, they''ve unleashed some proper necromancy? Not bad at all." This made things easier. "Rather than dealing with brute idiots who know nothing..." He raised a finger and lightly traced a circle in the air. "It''s much easier to exploit someone who actually understands what they''re doing." The dark energy reversed its flow, and the summoned spirits turned against the necromancers themselves. "What the¡ª! What''s happening?" "Why aren''t they following my commands...?" Soon, the building was filled with their frantic screams. "Aaaaargh!" *** Karnak extended his right hand toward the fallen bodies of the necromancers. Sssss... Power of darkness flowed out, seeping into his hand through his palm. "Now, I''ll take all of this Darkness of Doom for myself." After absorbing the darkness with his right hand, he extended his left hand. Another wave of darkness flowed out from it, seeping into the corpses. "But I should leave some decoys. After all, our dear Millia will need something to present to her chruch." This was Karnak''s "darkness," gathered and condensed from the malevolent energy around him. In essence, its nature was no different from the Darkness of Doom. "Though the quality is worlds apart." Even now, Karnak could create the Darkness of Doom. After all, if he gathered and condensed evil energy and malice, converting it with his necromantic power, that would indeed be the Darkness of Doom. However, refining it into a truly useful power takes a significant amount of time. On the other hand, the malice he had just infused into the corpses? It was merely a haphazardly gathered and densely compressed mass. Even though it''s the same malevolent energy, it''s useless for necromancers if it''s not refined. "But to a cleric, it all looks the same." It could be compared to fake food that you can''t distinguish from real food until you actually put it in your mouth and taste it. "But what sane cleric would actually put this in their mouth to taste it?" Unless someone is completely out of their mind, they wouldn''t be able to tell the difference. And the world calls such a person a necromancer. Feeling reassured, Karnak absorbed the essence of the darkness. Then, spreading his arms wide, he began to manipulate the mana. "Now, let''s separate the necromantic power from the rest..." His left hand became enveloped in a deep darkness. "Then separate the chaos power on its own..." His right hand was bathed in a radiant light. "If I mix these well and store them properly...!" Both the light and darkness vanished simultaneously. At the same time, a subtle mana emanated from his entire body. It was pure mana, completely devoid of any malevolent or malicious energy. Karnak looked satisfied. "Great, I''ve reached the 6th Circle." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 62 - 61: The Wise Cultist Hunt (2) Chapter 62: Chapter 61: The Wise Cultist Hunt (2) Karnak checked his mana and smiled faintly. "Not bad." Until recently, he had only possessed the power of a 4th-circle mage. But in this short period, he had elevated it to the level of a 6th-circle mage. It was all thanks to changing his approach. Instead of focusing on refining 100% pure necromantic power into Chaos Power safely, he lowered the purity but significantly increased the mana amplification rate. He also concealed the remaining aura of malice and evil energy by coating it with Chaos Power, like coating medicine with sugar, to hide it. Even with this, it would still appear as ordinary mana to others, so there was no risk of his true nature being exposed. However, Baros still seemed worried. "Ugh, are you sure it''s okay to do something so dangerous, young master?" There was a reason why Karnak hadn''t previously adopted this method. "Isn''t this beyond what your Chaos Magic can handle?" When Karnak had just reversed time, he had avoided malice and evil energy as much as possible, focusing solely on converting all necromantic power into Chaos Power. To compare it to ordinary people, it was like carefully selecting only healthy foods to eat in moderation, focusing on maintaining one''s health. But as the situation took a strange turn, he slightly increased his reserves of necromantic power. This was similar to overeating to increase one''s weight and body mass¡ªsince muscle growth tends to be greater when there''s a bit of body fat. This method would result in some weight gain, but it would also increase physical strength. However, what he was doing now was closer to force-feeding himself to the point of discomfort, merely to gain weight. While it might seem fine for now, once a certain point is crossed, it would lead to irreversible obesity. This state of "extreme obesity due to necromantic power" is what leads to becoming "undead." If he goes too far, he''ll completely transform into an undead being. Of course, it was a matter of stopping before reaching that limit. Karnak said he had no intention of going that far. But... "In our previous life, you said the same thing and ended up as a skeleton!" "That''s why I told you?" Karnak frowned. "We''re not in a situation where I can afford to be cautious anymore." *** The battle at Trist City, where they faced Bishop Shutraff. At that time, Karnak wasn''t too alarmed by the situation. He simply thought it wise to prepare for the possibility of an unexpected powerful foe. However, after encountering Durald, he realized this was no ordinary problem. After resolving the incident at the Count Brelant''s estate and returning to the capital, Karnak explained the situation to Baros and Serati. "You know Shutraff and Durald have something in common, right?" Even after becoming a necromancer, Shutraff, who was once a priest, still retained the divine power of the Goddess. Likewise, Durald, who had been an Aura user, could still use battle aura, even after becoming a vampire. "Oh, yes, I do know that, but..." Baros tilted his head in confusion. "Is that really such a big problem?" As a necromancer, Shutraff hardly used his holy spells. The necromancy he had gained was so powerful that the remaining divine power hardly affected anything. Serati also wore an uncertain expression. "Sir Durald was certainly formidable, but is it really that serious?" Even though he remained an Aura user after becoming a vampire, making him stronger, he still ultimately lost to Serati. Gaining the power of darkness didn''t necessarily make one invincible. "I might not be the best person to say this since I barely won, but is there really a reason for Lord Karnak to be this concerned?" With the Darkness of Doom and the mysterious God of Destruction already causing serious issues worldwide, this seemed relatively less important by comparison. Karnak nodded in agreement. "Right, Durald himself isn''t the issue. The same goes for Bishop Shutraff." But then, his expression hardened. "The fact that they didn''t lose their divine power or battle aura¡ªthat''s what''s really alarming." The energies of the world do not mix. Battle aura, mana, divine power, and necromantic power¡ªmastering one means abandoning the others. This has always been the accepted truth. "But that truth has been broken. If you use the Darkness of Doom, even a mage can learn necromancy, and an Aura user can become part of the darkness." Baros tilted his head again. "Hasn''t that always been possible?" A mage who learns necromancy becomes an Arch Lich, and an Aura user who joins the darkness becomes a Death Knight. "You''ve done the same yourself, young master, so why does this bother you so much?" "You still don''t get it, do you?" With a sigh, Karnak suddenly asked a question. "Have you ever wondered why there are so few necromancers in the world?" Serati responded as if the answer was obvious. "Because they have to commit all sorts of evil deeds and end up being ostracized by the world. Isn''t it stranger if there were many of them?" "Exactly. But..." A cold smile crept across Karnak''s lips. "Is humanity really so virtuous that they would abandon the chance for immortality and great power just because it''s considered evil and would make them outcasts?" Learning necromancy grants power easily. It allows one to grow stronger much faster than others. Once you reach a certain level, you can dream of immortality and overcome any physical disability. Necromancy offers the dark power to do things that are impossible under the Goddess''s laws. All you have to do is abandon morality and ethics, forsaking your humanity to gain that power. "Yet, very few people choose to learn necromancy." Is it really because there are so few people evil enough to pursue necromancy? Is it just that the mage nearing death, the warrior who can no longer wield a sword due to injury, or the priest suffering from an incurable disease that even the Goddess''s grace cannot heal, all refuse necromancy simply because their souls are pure and virtuous? "There''s a more practical reason." The energies of the world do not mix. This fundamental principle has been the greatest deterrent to the proliferation of necromancers. "Let''s say there''s an Archmage who has reached the ultimate level. And let''s say they grow old and begin to fear death." Necromancy could delay death. They could become a vampire, or learn necromancy to become a necromancer and regain their youth. But the moment they do, they are no longer an Archmage. "Because they would lose all the mana they had accumulated over their entire life." They would either become a fledgling vampire at the level of a third-class bounty hunter or a weak necromancer who would tremble in fear before even an ordinary priest. "The same goes for Aura users." Even one of the four great Martial Kings, who could dominate the world, would fall to the level of an ordinary necromancer who''s merely skilled with a sword the moment they abandon their Aura for necromantic power. So, for an Archmage to retain their power while achieving immortality, becoming an Arch Lich is the only option. Only by abandoning their living body and becoming a being with darkness flowing instead of blood can they barely maintain their existing level of power. "And in the case of Aura users, they can''t even maintain themselves." This was true for the former Martial Kings who became Death Knights under Karnak''s command in his past life. Though they retained their Aura by converting it into dark energy, they lost their sense of self, becoming puppets that served the Death King. What difference does that make from death? "To a true strongman, necromancy isn''t an appealing choice. It means abandoning everything they''ve built up and starting over from the bottom." And that "bottom" isn''t just about being young and weak¡ªit''s a cursed life, shunned by the world. They can''t even regain the strength they once had. They would have to live solely as a necromancer, rendering all their lifetime of experience useless. "To put it another way, it''s like offering an old man his youth back, but in exchange, you strip away all his accumulated wealth and connections and throw him into a slum." That''s why necromancy has historically been the weapon of the weak. Those who have nothing left to lose, who are willing to abandon morality and human decency to seize what they want, are the ones who turn to the forbidden art of necromancy. "On the other hand, those in power never really lusted after the power of darkness. For those who already possess strength, it''s just something that disturbs the world without being of much use." But what if there was a way to use necromancy while retaining one''s existing power? If all it took to become stronger, and possibly even achieve immortality, was to abandon one''s conscience, morals, and ethics? "My God..." Baros''s face turned pale. He finally understood the true meaning behind Karnak''s words. "You''re saying that the strong of this era could become our enemies." Until now, Karnak hadn''t considered the strong of this era as enemies. He actually saw them as reliable allies. He had no intention of becoming a necromancer again. The potential enemies he had been wary of were only those involved with the Darkness of Doom, but since they used necromancy, they weren''t much of a threat to Karnak. "But if necromancy can be combined with existing powers, that entire premise falls apart." As seen in the case of Shutraff, when other energies combine with necromantic power, it creates bizarre phenomena beyond Karnak''s knowledge. If priests, mages, or Aura users could master necromancy without losing their original power, they wouldn''t be so easily outmaneuvered by his past experiences. "We''re now in a situation where any existing strongman could transform into a necromancer and come after us. Although, of course, it''s unlikely that the three Archmages or the four great Martial Kings would turn to necromancy..." "But there will surely be many among the strong who become captivated by necromancy. I understand now why you''re so concerned, young master." Not only Baros but also Serati looked like she finally understood. "And it makes sense why the cult of the Dark God has been able to grow its power so rapidly, unlike other cults." Karnak''s eyes flashed sharply. "Up until now, I thought becoming a top-tier mage would be enough. But now, that changes everything." He had to grow as strong as possible. He needed to become powerful enough to protect himself even in the worst-case scenario. Serati, noticing the shift, cautiously asked, "What level of strength do you consider necessary to protect yourself, my lord?" Given how extraordinary Karnak''s standards were, it was hard not to be concerned. "...You''re not planning to revert to the Death King of the past, are you?" Of course, he had no intention of abandoning his living body. "I plan to raise my mana to the maximum possible level while maintaining my humanity." "And what level would that be?" "I have no idea." Karnak shrugged. "I''ve never walked this path before. How could I possibly know?" *** The news that Karnak had reached the level of a 6th-circle mage sent shockwaves throughout the entire King''s Order. "Already?" "Wasn''t he barely at the brink of the 4th circle just a few months ago?" His level had risen drastically in an unbelievably short time. It was growth so rapid it was hard to comprehend. So, Karnak had prepared plenty of excuses. "I was originally stuck in my family''s estate, learning magic myself from a single magic tome. But then I came to the capital, joined the King''s Order, and was exposed to a vast amount of magic knowledge and wisdom. And my god! My mastery of magic skyrocketed!" Indeed, in the royal capital, there is the Mage Guild''s library, and thanks to his status within the King''s Order, Karnak has access to a wealth of information. To support his excuse, he spent as much time as possible holed up in the library, making sure to dispel any potential suspicions. ''There''s no guarantee that no one will suspect necromancy is involved.'' But when he finally tested the waters, his expectations were completely off the mark. No one suspected him at all. No one associated him with necromancy. Why? Because there was no precedent. sea??h th§× N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The energies of the world do not mix. Naturally, a mage cannot use necromancy to enhance their mana. They would have to abandon their magic and become a more powerful necromancer instead. Of course, such things are happening now, but that''s a recent development. According to established understanding, there''s no reason to link Karnak''s growth with necromancy. So, everyone judged based on precedent. "A genius blessed by the heavens!" "He must have just lacked proper education, being stuck in the countryside all this time!" "We might finally see an Archmage emerge in our kingdom!" "Truly a blessing from Yustil!" It''s not unheard of for those with innate talent to progress rapidly in their youth. Usually, such prodigies either go on to become Archmages or are later said to be "a young genius but an old mediocrity," staying stuck in place. "Well, that was a needless worry, wasn''t it?" Karnak was recognized as a high-ranking mage without any issues. And on top of that, he achieved an unexpected promotion. Erantel and the other captains, who held Karnak in high regard, elevated his position. Karnak was now the captain of the 7th Battalion of the King''s Order, leading a newly formed battalion. "You''ve been promoted, young master." "At this point, it''s not something I''d normally be excited about, but..." Karnak smirked. He was pleased for a different reason. "It''ll make dealing with those cultists a lot easier." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 63 - 62: The Wise Cultist Hunt (3) Chapter 63: Chapter 62: The Wise Cultist Hunt (3) Even after taking charge of the 7th Battalion, Karnak''s reputation continued to soar. This was because his performance far surpassed that of the other King''s Orders. When other battalions took on a case, it would take them a long time to resolve it. Of course, there were cases like that of the Count Brelant, where things ended quickly due to luck, but in their line of work, this could almost be considered bad luck rather than something to celebrate. After all, it was merely a case where they were fortunate enough to successfully retaliate after being attacked first. However, Karnak was catching heretics at an incredibly rapid pace. Moreover, he was extracting information effortlessly. And using that information, he swiftly completed purges. At first, there were those who suspected that he might be a spy for the heretics. But after reading his reports, such doubts were quickly dispelled. The reports showed that his work was the result of diligent deduction and interrogation. He was simply better at reasoning than others, and had an exceptional ability to extract and verify information through torture. Naturally, Baros scoffed at this. "Well, of course it looks like his reasoning skills are outstanding when you already know the answers and then match the situation to them." Serati also found it absurd. "He''s never even conducted a proper interrogation." All he did was kill them and use necromancy to forcibly extract information from their souls. Karnak was unapologetic. "As long as you reach the destination, it doesn''t matter how you get there." In any case, the heretic hunt was progressing smoothly. Since becoming the captain, Karnak had taken on and successfully dealt with five more cases of suspected heresy. One could say that everything was going smoothly. However, Karnak himself was feeling dissatisfied. "This isn''t yielding any real results." *** The fortress of Asra, located in the southeastern border of the Kingdom of Yustil. Screams echoed from the underground of the central tower of the fortress. "Aaaah!" Millia, a cleric of Latiel who was lingering near the entrance to the basement, shuddered. ''This is horrifying...'' She understood it in her mind. She knew that in order to protect the kingdom''s people, they needed to interrogate heretics to extract information. And that in this process, torture was unfortunately necessary. Considering the sins those heretics had committed, it was almost a fitting punishment. Even so, she couldn''t help but shiver every time she heard the screams. "Aaaaah!" Fortunately, Captain Karnak had not allowed Millia to participate in the interrogation process. He had been considerate of her, as she was still young and, moreover, a woman. ''As expected, the Captain is a good person.'' Feeling secretly grateful to Karnak, Millia moved away from the basement. As a cleric, she murmured a final prayer for the heretic. ''Latiel, please grant this sinful soul the rest of redemption.'' *** In the dimly lit basement, where flickering candlelight barely illuminated the darkness, Karnak sat at a table in one corner, diligently writing a report. This report was for the King''s Order, detailing the recent heretic hunt. From the other side of the room, a groan could be heard. "Ugh, ugh..." A man, bloodied from head to toe, was hanging bound. He was a captured necromancer. Baros sat opposite him on a chair, looking bored, occasionally stabbing the man with a knife. "Ugh, ugh..." The torture had been so severe that even when stabbed, only faint whimpers escaped his lips. Baros clicked his tongue. "This guy''s screams are too weak. Has he lost all his strength?" Karnak muttered indifferently. "Stab and twist." Sure enough, after stabbing and twisting the knife, a loud scream burst out. "Aaaah!" Serati trembled as she watched the scene of torture being conducted so casually. ''No matter how many times I see it, I can''t get used to this.'' It was true that Karnak had never interrogated heretics before. Interrogation involves pressuring the subject to reveal information. But that didn''t mean he never tortured them. The bloodied necromancer muttered pitifully. "J-just kill me..." Baros responded nonchalantly. "I want to just kill you quickly too. You think I enjoy this?" Though they had successfully coaxed Millia out of the basement, they still had to put on a show of interrogation to avoid suspicion. In other words, the screams needed to be heard outside the basement for a while. "Aaaaaaah!" Serati turned her gaze away. She understood it logically. This was simply retribution. Considering the evil acts this man had committed against others, even this was a light punishment. ''But is this really retribution? Isn''t this just crushing evil with an even greater evil?'' Yet, it was hard to stop Karnak. Thanks to him, the heretics of the dark cult were being swiftly eradicated, and many citizens of the kingdom, who might have been unjustly sacrificed, were being saved. S§×arch* The n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The method might be wrong, but the results were undeniably good. ''Yes, it''s just their own fault.'' Convincing herself, she approached Karnak. He was scribbling down a plausible excuse for how he had located the heretics. Curious, Serati asked. "What excuse are you using this time?" Instead of answering, Karnak pointed to a part of the report. Reading it, the content went something like this: ¡ºOne of the heretics used forbidden magic spell to obtain a more powerful darkness. This was an evil necromantic technique known as the "Cursed Hand," which involved cutting off a human hand, drying it, and using it as a medium to imbue it with darkness and curses. Fortunately, after obtaining it, I was able to trace their whereabouts through magic...¡» As Serati read the report, she asked in confusion. "The Cursed Hand? Is that a real thing?" At that moment, Baros suddenly cut off the right hand of the bound necromancer. "Aaaaah!" Blood spurted out along with a scream. Nonchalantly shaking the severed hand, Baros held it out. "Here you go, young master. The Cursed Hand." "Drain more blood. It''ll dry better that way." "Yes," Serati nodded in understanding as she watched. "Oh, so that''s how it''s done." And then, she immediately felt disheartened. ''Wait a minute, why am I accepting such a scene so nonchalantly?'' It seemed that spending time with these inhuman individuals had gradually worn down her own humanity. This is why people say it''s important to choose your friends wisely. While Serati was lost in self-loathing, the necromancer finally drew his last breath. He had died from excessive blood loss. Baros''s indifferent voice cut through the silence. "Oh, he''s dead." "He screamed a lot before he died, didn''t he?" "Yes, young master." "Alright, then." His voice was utterly devoid of emotion. Now that the "pretend interrogation" was over, it was time to get to the main event. Standing in front of the corpse, Karnak summoned his necromantic power. It was a dark energy that any competent cleric could easily detect, but Karnak wasn''t concerned. After all, the necromancer had spread dark energy everywhere as he was dying. Since the energy originated from the Darkness of Doom, it had the same attributes as Karnak''s necromantic power. No priest would be able to distinguish between the two unless they witnessed the scene firsthand. "Alright, let''s extract some information." *** Karnak performed necromancy, summoning the freshly deceased necromancer''s soul. He then oppressed the soul, forcing it to reveal everything. Even for a powerful necromancer, this would be a difficult task, but for Karnak, who had been the Death King, it was a simple matter. "Confess everything you know about the cult of the Dark God and the god of death, Tesranak." "I shall obey, O King of Death. May your will be fulfilled..." While he was alive, the necromancer had resisted to some extent, but now that he was a soul, he was nothing more than a loyal slave. He revealed all the information he had. However, none of it was particularly useful. The necromancer''s soul was sincere and confessed everything it knew perfectly. The problem was that the content was worthless. "What exactly is Tesranak?" "He is the god of death and darkness, a destroyer, and a creator who will change the world and bring forth a new order." "I''m not asking about public doctrine. Tell me the truth that the cult of the Dark God knows." "He is the god of death and darkness, a destroyer, and a creator who will change the world and bring forth a new order." "Damn it, this guy genuinely believes this." It seemed that the captured cultists weren''t high-ranking enough in the cult of the Dark God to know anything substantial. But when he thought about it, it wasn''t all that surprising. If you captured a priest from the Churches of the Seven Goddesses and asked the same questions, would the answers really be that different? Human understanding of divine beings is inherently limited. But this applied when Tesranak was a normal god. "A god that didn''t even exist suddenly appeared, and it never occurred to you that this might be strange?" "Death and darkness have existed since the beginning of time. How could a god suddenly appear? He has existed since the beginning, but foolish humans were simply unaware of him." "Oh, that''s how they teach it?" He''s only catching the small fry. None of them know the truth about Tesranak. "It seems like only those with higher status within the cult would know the truth." Thanks to capturing several heretics, Karnak had managed to gain a general understanding of the cult of the Dark God. The Dark Sect was governed by three leaders. Beneath them are six cardinals, thirteen archbishops, and dozens of regional diocese''s bishops who manage the organization. The priests of Tesranak they had captured so far were all subordinates operating under these bishops. Bishops are so adept at hiding that even the priests of Tesranak often have no idea who their superiors are or where they live. Baros, who had been observing, spoke up. "We''ll need to catch at least a bishop to get any useful information." "Exactly. Only then can we trace the higher-ups." With a dissatisfied expression, Karnak ended the necromancy. "This is it. This one was utterly useless too." The necromancer''s soul turned into a dark, malevolent energy and was absorbed, becoming part of Karnak''s power. "Aaaah!" Even in death, the soul couldn''t find peace and let out a final scream of despair, but neither Karnak nor Baros, nor even Serati, paid any attention. They had seen this scene too many times before. Karnak sighed, expressing his frustration. "I went through the trouble of joining the King''s Order, and yet nothing is working out." Baros shared the sentiment. "It would be great if we could catch a big shot like an archbishop or a cardinal." Serati shook her head. "That would mean a serious incident is happening, and we can''t really hope for that, can we? That would mean more innocent people would suffer." Karnak and Baros turned to her, looking surprised. "Oh, so there''s that perspective too." "I guess that''s what you have to say to sound like a decent person around here?" "I learned something good." Serati looked at the once mighty beings with a mix of disdain. "...Is this something you actually need to learn?" In any case, they were right that a major incident would have to occur. Only then would they have a chance to penetrate the core of the cult. Karnak stroked his chin. "Maybe a real major incident will break out?" *** His wish was granted. At the headquarters of the King''s Order, in Commander Erantel''s office. It was there that new orders were given to Karnak and the 7th Battalion. "There are rumors that someone in the capital, Drunta, is in league with the cult. You are to investigate, determine the truth, and punish them in the name of the Goddess and the King." For some reason, the commander''s voice was strained. It lacked the usual confidence and authority. So Karnak asked directly. "Who is the suspect?" "Well, that''s..." Commander Erantel responded hesitantly, his reluctance clear in his voice. "...It''s His Highness, Alford Rudan Yustil, the second prince of the Kingdom of Yustil." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 64 - 63: Royal Family’s Power Struggle (1) Chapter 64: Chapter 63: Royal Family''s Power Struggle (1) The current king of the Kingdom of Yustil, Wiscot I, has two sons. The first prince, Lloyd Rudan Yustil, is 20 years old, and the second prince, Alford Rudan Yustil, is 19 years old. The two were fiercely competing for the right to inherit the throne. According to the principle of firstborn, it would be common sense for the first prince, Lloyd, to succeed to the throne, but there was a rather troublesome issue. Originally, Wiscot I''s first wife was Queen Mellea, a woman who became queen through an arranged marriage as the daughter of Duke Wheeler, a high-ranking noble family of the Yustil Kingdom. The relationship between the king and queen wasn''t particularly good nor particularly bad. They had been educated from a young age to marry a partner chosen for the sake of their family. Neither of them were the type to throw everything away for love or to burn with passion. For about ten years after their marriage, they continued their life as a royal couple in a rather ordinary and uneventful manner. The problem was that they had no children. The lack of an heir to the kingdom was a serious issue. Naturally, not only the royal family but also the nobles urged Wiscot I to take a concubine to produce an heir. Among the many candidates, Kalpia from the Talain Marquis family, a noble family with a long history, was chosen. Queen Mellea didn''t particularly oppose it. Although her pride as a woman was wounded, she considered it inevitable since she couldn''t produce a prince herself. There was also an underlying hope that if the concubine couldn''t bear a child, her own flaw would be overlooked. In such a case, someone from a closely related branch of the royal family, with the purest bloodline, would inherit the throne. But what happened next was unexpected. Calpia, who had become a concubine, became pregnant with the king''s child. Moreover, when they checked after about three months of her entering the palace, she was already three months pregnant. It meant she conceived on the very first night. Time passed, and Calpia safely delivered a healthy baby boy¡ªPrince Lloyd. Wiscot I was overjoyed and formally declared Prince Lloyd as the rightful heir in the name of Alium, the Moon Goddess who governs the law. Up to this point, it might seem like a typical royal story. The problem arose afterward. The king and queen''s relationship did not deteriorate much after the king took a concubine. No matter her inner feelings, Mellea maintained a calm and graceful demeanor. She did not display any particular jealousy or envy. Even though she couldn''t bear children, the queen was still the queen, and it was natural for a husband and wife to share a bed. With Calpia pregnant, Wiscot I naturally returned to spending time with Queen Mellea. Now that the obligation to produce an heir was fulfilled, they were even more comfortable with each other than before. Perhaps because of this, Queen Mellea, who had been married for ten years and was over thirty, finally conceived a child. Thus, the second prince, Alford, was born. The royal family was thrown into turmoil. It seemed like a cruel twist of fate. On one hand, there was the first prince, Lloyd, who was declared the rightful heir under the principle of firstborn and in the name of the goddess. On the other hand, there was the second prince, Alford, who was born of the queen, with a superior bloodline. Moreover, they were only half a year apart in age. So, who truly deserves the throne? *** "That''s the situation, more or less." After Karnak''s explanation, Serati nodded. "I''ve heard about it. It''s quite a common topic of conversation among the people in the capital¡ªthe rivalry between the two princes." Resting his elbows on the luxurious table, Baros clicked his tongue. "It''s more than just rivalry. They''re practically at each other''s throats." Currently, they are staying at an inn called ''Echoes of the Dragon,'' located on the outskirts of Drunta. They had paid in advance for a long-term stay at this high-end inn. Originally, they had considered buying a house in the capital, but honestly, that would have been a waste of money. The King''s Order, due to the nature of their missions, often leaves their homes empty. In fact, even though Karnak''s group had been part of the King''s Order for seven months, they had spent less than 30 days in the capital. There was no need to spend a large amount of money on an empty house they rarely used. Even though their family had become wealthy, Karnak decided that they would rather spend that money on good food. Even now, they were casually munching on fresh fruit and sweet pastries laid out on the table. "Anyway..." After taking a bite of a sliced apple, Karnak continued. "It seems the king''s irresponsibility is the biggest reason things have escalated this far." The first prince, armed with the principle of firstborn, and the second prince, with the legitimate bloodline of the queen¡ªneither has a significant advantage over the other in terms of legitimacy. Although the second prince has stronger backing, with the Duke Wheeler as his maternal grandfather, the first prince was declared the rightful heir in the name of the goddess. From the king''s perspective, choosing either side would inevitably cause a significant backlash. So Wiscot I''s decision was... "He simply postponed the problem." This isn''t an issue that needs to be resolved immediately. Who knows what might happen as the princes grow? As in the king''s own case, one might fail to produce an heir. Therefore, a definitive decision would be made only after the princes were married and matured! Serati and Baros, who were listening, couldn''t help but be incredulous. "That''s really a wishy-washy attitude." "That''s just asking for trouble down the line." The king might have thought he was making a careful decision, but how would it sound to those hearing it? Oh my! If something happens to that prince, then our prince becomes king? Karnak chuckled. "As a result, things have become pretty interesting." It''s been 20 years since the birth of the two princes. Marquis Talain, serving the first prince, and Duke Wheeler, serving the second prince, constantly clashed. It wasn''t uncommon for them to draw swords when they encountered each other on the streets, and sometimes, lives were lost. There were also numerous attempts to assassinate each other in secret. Baros laughed with interest. "It''s a mess. Then again, most royal affairs are a mess." Only Serati seemed baffled. "What''s so interesting about that?" The two men widened their eyes in surprise. "Well, it''s not our problem, is it?" "Isn''t it human nature to enjoy watching others fail?" "There''s no way that''s true!" Serati snapped back but then tilted her head in thought. ''Is it really human nature to enjoy watching others fail?'' But admitting that would mean she was just like ''those guys.'' She quickly changed the subject. "So, which of the two princes is more deserving of the throne?" Karnak snorted. "Shouldn''t we first define what it means to be ''deserving'' of the throne?" "Well, it could mean ability or character..." "Both of them are just barely twenty. How could we possibly know if they''re capable?" They were still at an age where they were struggling to learn about the world. They hadn''t even had the chance to prove their abilities. And neither of them was a prodigy who stood out from an early age. "Of course, if you''re judging by character alone, the first prince seems more suited for the throne." Prince Lloyd, the first prince, was calm and cautious. He was diligent and humble in all matters. In contrast, the second prince, Alford, was hot-tempered, violent, and even arrogant. Honestly, if the future of the kingdom were the only consideration, Prince Lloyd seemed much more suitable for the throne. However, the reason Wiscot I couldn''t fully support Lloyd was because of his extremely frail body. Since childhood, he frequently fell ill with fevers and often collapsed. Even as he grew older, his health did not improve. Despite diligently learning the best swordsmanship under the best masters, he could barely handle a single soldier. Thanks to being a prince, he frequently received divine healing spells; otherwise, the common opinion was that he wouldn''t have survived past the age of ten if he had been a commoner. On the other hand, the second prince, Alford, was naturally strong and talented in martial arts. At the age of nearly twenty, he was already considered to be at the level of a first-class knight. There was even talk that, if not for his arrogant nature and lack of dedication to training, he might have already awakened his battle aura. "The first prince is so frail that it wouldn''t be surprising if he died at any moment, so it''s understandable that the second prince''s side might want to take matters into their own hands." In fact, assassination and poisoning were specialties of necromancers. "I see..." Nodding, Serati suddenly asked, "So, who became king in your previous life?" Karnak replied nonchalantly, "The second prince. I know for sure because I met Alford after he became king." It wasn''t that Alford had used necromancy in his previous life. There was no one to lend him such power since the cult of the Dark God didn''t exist back then. "So, he was just waiting for something to happen to Prince Lloyd, but it seems things didn''t go as he hoped." Despite his frail health, the first prince somehow managed to survive and eventually succeeded to the throne. "Immediately afterward, a civil war broke out." The second prince''s faction, unable to bear it any longer, initiated a rebellion. After much bloodshed, Alford eventually succeeded in usurping the throne, but by then, the Kingdom of Yustil was already in ruins. "In the end, he didn''t get to truly rule as king and perished along with the kingdom." "The Kingdom of Yustil was destroyed?" Serati blinked in surprise. She wasn''t particularly patriotic, but hearing that her homeland had been destroyed left her feeling uneasy. "Who destroyed it? Was it the Empire?" If there was a longstanding enemy of the Kingdom of Yustil, it would be the Lacaenia Empire, which shared part of its border. But that didn''t seem to be the case. Baros pointed straight at Karnak. "It was him." And Karnak, without hesitation, raised his hand. "Yep, it was me." It was an empire, but not Lacaenia¡ªit was the Undead Empire. "...Oh, dear." Serati sighed deeply. Surprisingly, she wasn''t that shocked. Somehow, it felt like this was bound to happen. Anyway, now she roughly understood the situation. Baros'' eyes gleamed as he got up. "Alright, so our mission this time is to investigate the second prince, right? Should I gather the battalion?" Karnak stopped him. "Calm down, Baros. We haven''t been assigned the mission yet." The King''s Order isn''t like an adventurers'' guild where they can pick and choose their missions as they please. However, given the magnitude of the situation, their superiors wouldn''t force the mission on them either. If it were to be imposed and they failed, it would cause even bigger problems. "So, I asked for some time to think it over." "Huh? You turned it down? Why?" Isn''t this exactly the kind of ''big case involving powerful figures'' that Karnak was always talking about? "Wouldn''t this be the kind of mission where you''d have to snatch it away from another battalion even if they wanted it?" "That''s precisely why I asked for more time." If the second prince had indeed joined forces with the cult of the Dark God, there wouldn''t be any problem. As usual, they could simply look for traces of necromancy, then fabricate a report and make up an excuse. "It''s actually more troublesome if there''s no connection." In that case, they''d have to invent reasons to explain why the target is innocent and why they reached that conclusion. Karnak wasn''t sure how to handle that. "Got it." Baros also understood. S~ea??h the Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "We''ve framed innocent people before, but proving someone''s innocence? Never even considered it." So, first, Karnak and his group would need to investigate on their own. "We need to confirm if there''s any actual connection to the dark cult before deciding whether to take on the mission." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 65 - 64: Royal Family’s Power Struggle (2) Chapter 65: Chapter 64: Royal Family''s Power Struggle (2) Karnak asked for three days to decide whether to take on the mission. After all, he was someone who could tell at a glance whether something was related to necromancy. So, he thought three days would be enough to determine if the Second Prince was connected to the cult. It was a mistake. In the capital of Drunta, at the central royal castle, Dellastas. Standing under the high outer walls of the castle, Karnak clicked his tongue. "Ah, there''s a problem here." Even with eyes that could see through all necromancy, he still had to actually see it with his own eyes. If a large-scale necromantic barrier had been set up, like in the case of the village of Gelpa, he would have noticed it from afar, no matter how secretive it was. But if they were using small-scale necromancy, like in the case of the Count Brelant, it would require direct investigation to confirm. So, he needed to get inside the castle to see the Second Prince or his residence with his own eyes... "But there''s no way to get in." How could Karnak, who had no connections to the royal family, possibly approach the quarters of Prince Alford, hidden deep within the palace? Should he request an audience under the guise of the King''s Order? On what grounds? Just because he was suspicious and wanted to check? Sure, they''d be eager to meet him. Whether the suspicions were true or not, it was enough to make anyone upset, and the displeasure of a person in power has very different consequences than that of an ordinary person. He had to check it secretly. So, Karnak and his group spent the past two days lurking around the castle, looking for an opportunity. And as expected, they had no success. Gathered at their lodging, Karnak slumped his shoulders. "We have to give an answer by tomorrow; what do we do?" Serati, puzzled, asked. "Didn''t you anticipate this might happen?" Because of how confidently he acted, she thought Karnak had some kind of clever magical method up his sleeve. She assumed he would use it to detect traces of necromancy. She never imagined he wouldn''t even consider the problem of getting inside. ''Is this guy actually an idiot?'' Karnak muttered defensively. "Well, in the past, it was easy to come and go." "How so?" The two "former scoundrels" responded bluntly. "We smashed our way in, of course." "And killed everyone inside." "Oh, I see..." This is why biased experience is dangerous. They could think of all sorts of ways to infiltrate a back-alley criminal hideout, but it never even occurred to them that it might be difficult to enter a royal castle. Karnak seemed to realize his own mistake, as he wore a gloomy expression. "Come to think of it, it''s really obvious, but I just didn''t think of it until it was right in front of me." Scratching his head, he fell into deep thought. "What should I do? Should I take on the mission for now? But if the suspicions turn out to be unfounded, I won''t have an excuse." Serati cautiously suggested. "Why don''t we start by finding out why the Second Prince is under suspicion?" There must have been a reason for the suspicion, and it must have sounded convincing enough for Commander Erantel to take it seriously and call for Karnak. It couldn''t have been just some random traveler saying... -The Second Prince is suspicious! I think he''s in league with a necromancer! -No way! What''s your evidence? -Just a hunch. But wouldn''t it be good to investigate anyway? -Indeed! King''s Order, deploy! "...That''s not how it would''ve happened, right?" Baros shook his head. "We understand that much. But to find that out, we need to take on the mission first, don''t we?" Such detailed information is only disclosed to those directly involved in the mission within the King''s Order. "The dilemma now is whether or not to take on the mission," Karnak and Baros looked at Serati with expressions that seemed to ask how she couldn''t understand something so obvious. Serati responded with the same look. "But now you have an excuse!" "Huh? Do we have an excuse?" "Did you think of a good plan, Dame Serati?" Serati muttered inwardly once more, ''Are these guys really idiots?'' There''s no need to come up with an excuse. "Right now, we haven''t even been able to approach the Second Prince, so we haven''t been able to determine any suspicions. Can''t we just report that?" It''s true that Karnak had proven his skills against the common folk in the provinces. But since he''s just a rustic, insignificant noble, there''s no way for him to get close to the central core of the royal family. This mission seems like something that should be handled by another King''s Order member of higher status. "We can just report it like that." Karnak and Baros''s eyes lit up. "Right! That works!" "Why didn''t we think of that?" Serati sighed deeply. "That''s why I keep telling you not to try to solve everything with lies..." Baros nodded with a newfound sense of understanding. "Indeed, sometimes the truth alone can deceive others." "...Why would you interpret it like that?" In any case, this lifted the burden of deciding whether or not to take on the mission. Karnak got up. "Well, I''ll head over to the King''s Order headquarters then." Baros suddenly asked. "But won''t this lower your evaluation, young master? It''ll be your first failed mission." Karnak wasn''t worried about that at all. "What does that matter? Am I doing this to climb up the ranks?" *** Commander Erantel beamed with a wide smile at Karnak''s acceptance. "Oh, you''re willing to take on the mission?" "You seem awfully pleased." It turned out that the commander had been quite troubled as well. "There weren''t many suitable candidates to take on this task." The King''s Order is mainly composed of high-ranking nobles due to the nature of its missions. And the target wasn''t just any noble but a royal family member, someone with a strong possibility of becoming the future king. If anything went wrong, the entire family could be wiped out. No matter how righteous or loyal one might be, it''s not easy to get involved in something that could bring harm to their family. Erantel''s choice of Karnak was partly due to the outstanding results he had shown so far, but also because Karnak, as a lowly provincial noble, was less affected by the central power struggles. Moreover, the fact that he had lost his entire family to necromancers (or so it was believed) meant that his desire for revenge against necromancy could be trusted. ''Though, in reality, they weren''t necromancers, and I have no such desire for revenge,'' Karnak thought with a wry smile but didn''t show it. There was no need to correct such a convenient misunderstanding. "So, I''d like to receive detailed information about the mission." "Of course!" Erantel opened the safe in his office and pulled out a stack of documents. Usually, he would just hand them over from a drawer, but given the seriousness of the matter, it seemed they were being kept under strict security this time. As he handed over the documents, Commander Erantel lowered his voice. "This concerns the royal family, and involves the two princes who have long been at odds. Please proceed with utmost caution." *** Yustil Kingdom''s Second Prince, Alford Rudan Yustil. The one who brought forth the accusation that he had colluded with the Dark God''s cult was a secret informant of Prince Lloyd. The two princes had been engaged in a covert struggle for a long time, each planting spies near the other. One of these spies had uncovered this information while investigating near Prince Alford. The fact that a prince of the kingdom was allegedly in league with a necromancer was a grave matter, one that Prince Lloyd couldn''t act on lightly. Thus, he secretly requested cooperation from the King''s Order. As they walked, Karnak spoke. "They were so cautious that only a single letter from Prince Lloyd was sent to the headquarters." Currently, Karnak and his group were heading toward the eastern outskirts of the capital, where, according to the information, Prince Lloyd''s spy was hiding. Baros, who was listening to the explanation, tilted his head in confusion. "Commander Erantel acted based on just a single letter? That''s not like him." "Well, it was said to be a personal letter written by Prince Lloyd himself." "Ah, that would make it trustworthy enough." Before becoming the commander of the King''s Order, Erantel had served as the vice-commander of the Royal Knights. He was well-acquainted with Prince Lloyd, so he could easily verify the authenticity of the letter through the handwriting and the usual tone used by the prince. "That''s all we know for now. Any more detailed information will only be given to those directly involved in the mission. It seems even the King''s Order isn''t fully trusted." Serati nodded. "That''s pretty cautious, just as you''d expect from a spy." From Prince Lloyd''s perspective, Commander Erantel was someone he could trust. Erantel had been loyal to the royal family for a long time and had maintained a strictly neutral stance in the princes'' power struggles. This made him even more trustworthy, as the necromancy issue was beyond the realm of typical power struggles. However, it was understandable that Prince Lloyd couldn''t trust the entire King''s Order. Since they couldn''t be sure where the information might leak from, it was only common sense to be as careful as possible. As they continued their conversation, the three of them kept walking through the streets of the capital. Instead of the clean architecture of the inner city, they were now surrounded by shabby buildings. This was the slum area on the outskirts of the capital, where the lower-class residents mostly lived. Their meeting place was a messy two-story building made of logs and wooden planks. As they entered, they found a sturdy man waiting for them, his face hidden deep under a hooded robe. The man glanced around cautiously before asking, "What brings you here, my lords?" Karnak chuckled quietly. ''For a spy, his acting is rather clumsy.'' He was probably trying to appear as an ordinary impoverished man, but his physique was far too impressive for that. Besides, if a stranger showed up, he should be suspicious, not wary of the surroundings. Karnak took out an emblem from inside his coat. "We''re from the King''s Order. Are you the one entrusted with a secret mission from Prince Lloyd?" After verifying the emblem, the hooded man changed his tone. "Indeed. So, you''re the ones chosen by Sir Erantel?" For a moment, Baros found it odd. ''What''s with that tone?'' His manner of speaking was too authoritative for a spy. No, rather than authoritative, it seemed like a tone naturally used when speaking down to others. ''Is he a high-ranking noble?'' That would be strange. High-ranking nobles usually don''t take on roles like that of a spy. Baros, still cautious, spoke up. "Now, it''s your turn to prove your identity." The man shrugged his shoulders. "The only physical evidence to prove my identity is the prince''s handwritten letter sent to the King''s Order." "No evidence, you say?" Baros reached for the sword at his waist, and Serati slightly bent her knees, ready to act. However, the man remained unfazed. "So, the only proof I can offer is my face..." As he raised his hand to his hood, he lowered his voice. "I should warn you, you''re going to be quite surprised when you see my face. So, I''d like to ask you not to be too shocked." The man pulled back his hood in front of the puzzled group. A young man with thick black hair, a sharp jawline, and a strong, commanding presence revealed his face. His expression exuded confidence, yet there was an oddly calm demeanor about him. The moment Baros and Serati saw his face, their expressions stiffened. "What?" "Who are you?" They had never seen him in person, but they were very familiar with the face from portraits. King''s Order, due to the nature of their profession, learns people''s likenesses through lifelike portraits created using light magic, rather than highly embellished artistic portraits. Thanks to this, they immediately recognized him. "...Prince Alford?" "What is this?" The man under the hood was none other than the Second Prince of Yustil Kingdom, Alford. The situation made no sense at all. How could the person who brought forth the accusation of collusion with the cult be the Second Prince himself? But what followed made even less sense. "You''re right. This face does indeed belong to Alford." The man stroked his chin with a bitter smile. S§×ar?h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "But I am not Alford. As hard as it may be to believe..." He pointed to himself and continued calmly. "I am the First Prince, Lloyd Rudan Yustil, the rightful heir to this kingdom." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 66 - 65: Royal Family’s Power Struggle (3) Chapter 66: Chapter 65: Royal Family''s Power Struggle (3) The Second Prince suddenly appeared, insisting that he was actually the First Prince. For an ordinary person, they might think that something had gone terribly wrong with Prince Alford''s mind. However, for someone familiar with necromancy, the story would be different. Karnak frowned. "Have the two of your souls been switched?" Alford¡ªmore precisely, Prince Lloyd who had taken over Alford''s body¡ªlooked surprised. "It''s not really my place to say this, but is this kind of thing really that easy to accept?" "There''s a spell in necromancy that can do this. The conditions are very strict, though." The Prince sighed in relief. "As expected, choosing you all was the right decision." This was why he had specifically contacted the King''s Order. It''s not that there aren''t any mages in the Kingdom of Yustil stronger than the ones in the King''s Order. But when it comes to matters involving necromancy, there''s no one more experienced than them. Why? Because before the Darkness of Doom spread, there was no reason to master high-level necromancy. After all, there weren''t many necromancers around. The Prince had hoped that the King''s Order mages would be able to recognize the necromancy cast on him. Prince Lloyd asked again, "Could other mages besides the King''s Order figure this out as easily as you did?" If so, he might be able to contact the other mages under the First Prince''s faction. But Karnak shook his head. "It seems there''s been a misunderstanding. It''s not like I discerned your condition through some magical insight." In truth, as soon as Karnak saw the Prince, he immediately thought, "Huh? There''s a different soul inside," but he pretended not to know. The soul exchange spell currently affecting Prince Lloyd was an extremely advanced form of necromancy. It was so well-hidden that even a necromancer wouldn''t be able to detect it unless they were the one who cast it. Karnak only understood it because he was that skilled; normally, people wouldn''t notice. ''So I should pretend I didn''t notice either.'' Karnak continued speaking with a straight face. "I simply think that if what you say is true, then soul exchange is the most logical explanation. But it could just as easily be that Prince Alford is deceiving us and pretending to be Prince Lloyd, couldn''t it?" In fact, another King''s Order mage might have come to such a conclusion. Prince Lloyd frowned. "So you''re saying you still don''t fully trust me?" "Not exactly. Given the circumstances, it''s quite likely that you are indeed Prince Lloyd." "And why do you think that?" Karnak inwardly clicked his tongue. ''I know the truth, but I can''t explain it. How annoying.'' However, he couldn''t just openly reveal the truth, so he made up something plausible. "Because Commander Erantel trusted your letter. If he determined that you were the First Prince, he must have had a good reason." "What if I deceived Sir Erantel too? Couldn''t Alford have somehow gotten hold of my handwritten letter and manipulated it?" "The way you''re speaking makes it even more likely that you''re Prince Lloyd." "Why is that?" "If you were Prince Alford trying to deceive us, you wouldn''t speak in that manner." Subconsciously, you would''ve said something like "I" obtained Prince Lloyd''s handwritten letter. If your identity were truly Alford, that is. "I see... That makes sense." Prince Lloyd''s expression softened. Karnak, sensing the atmosphere, continued. "Even your current reaction supports this." "What reaction?" "Since earlier, you''ve been insisting that we should be doubting you more." If Prince Alford were pretending to be Prince Lloyd, there wouldn''t be a need to keep questioning whether or not he was being suspected. "It could be that he wants to remove any doubts to gain full trust... No, you''re right. There''s even less reason to keep pressing the issue." "And besides, there''s nothing to gain from it." "Nothing to gain?" "Isn''t that the case?" Would Prince Alford, pretending to be Prince Lloyd, accuse himself and his own faction of necromancy? "I honestly can''t imagine what Prince Alford would gain by going through all this. Of course, it''s not impossible that he''s scheming something so intricate that I can''t even begin to fathom it..." But the likelihood of that was extremely low. No matter how strange the scheme, there''s always some basic framework. Considering all the circumstances, it''s highly likely that Lloyd and Alford really did switch bodies. "This is the conclusion I''ve come to." Lloyd''s expression softened, as if he was finally reassured. "Truly, it''s a relief to have met someone as wise as you." Baros and Serati snorted. [...Wise?] [He''s just piecing together the correct answer after already knowing it.] [Hey, you two, keep your expressions in check.] Regardless, it seemed that Prince Lloyd now viewed Karnak as a remarkably wise and quick-witted mage, someone trustworthy. The Prince asked cautiously, "So, if what you''re saying is true, does that mean there''s no way to prove that our bodies were switched through magic?" "As far as I know, there isn''t. Of course, the highly skilled mages of the Magic Tower might know differently." In truth, there is a way. But it takes a long time to prepare, the catalyst is incredibly hard to come by, and the spell requires an advanced level of magic knowledge. ''Given the current level of the Yustil Kingdom''s Magic Tower, I doubt there are any mages capable of performing that.'' Lloyd nodded in agreement. "Right, if it could be easily discovered, Alford wouldn''t have done something like this." Then he looked worried. "So, what should I do now? Honestly, I sought out the King''s Order hoping their mages could prove my identity..." "First, I''d like to hear the full story." S§×arch* The ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Karnak suggested, offering a seat, sensing that the conversation was about to get lengthy. They gathered around the shabby table in the room, and he asked again. "What exactly happened?" "I have no idea. I just went to sleep and woke up as Alford." "I mean, could you describe the process in more detail? There might be some clue you overlooked." "That''s true." Lloyd nodded, then began speaking slowly. "It was five days ago..." According to the Prince, it was a day just like any other. "That day too, I went about my usual routine, received the daily healing magic from the priest, and then went to bed." Baros suddenly asked, "...You receive healing magic daily?" Lloyd chuckled softly. "You''ve probably heard rumors about my weak body, haven''t you?" "Well, yes, but still..." Isn''t that more than just a weak body? It''s almost like he''s a breathing zombie. Of course, Baros wouldn''t dare say that aloud in front of the Prince. Lloyd, seemingly familiar with this reaction, shrugged his shoulders. "So, it''s no wonder my father places his hopes on Alford. Anyway, nothing unusual happened until I fell asleep." Karnak probed further. "Was there any unfamiliar object in your room, or did a stranger linger around?" "I can confidently say no." Even without the threat of necromancy, Prince Lloyd was always vigilant about the security of his quarters. Given the deep rivalry with Alford, he never knew when an attempt on his life, such as poisoning, might occur. "There are powerful magic and holy barriers not just around my quarters, but throughout the entire palace. That''s why I can''t understand this at all. Is necromancy really that powerful?" "...That part is hard for me to understand as well." Watching Karnak agree, Serati quietly asked him, [What''s really going on?] [I don''t know. I honestly don''t understand this either.] [Oh my, weren''t you just pretending not to know?] [Necromancy isn''t all-powerful. To perform such a ritual, proper preparations are necessary.] Casting necromancy remotely without even entering the palace of a kingdom that has every conceivable defense in place? [If that were possible, I wouldn''t have gone through all that suffering in my past life.] [How would I know what kind of suffering you went through in your past life, Lord Karnak?] [It''s just a figure of speech.] Ignoring Serati''s snide remark, Karnak fell into deep thought. He was reminded of the Trist City incident from a few months ago. ''Hold on, what''s this? Is this another method I''m unaware of?'' Lloyd continued his explanation. "...So I fell asleep, and when I opened my eyes, everything around me had changed." *** The first thing Lloyd felt upon waking was a sense of unease regarding his condition. ''What''s going on? Why do I feel so good?'' The headache that usually hit him the moment he woke up was gone. He didn''t feel the usual fever that always tormented him. Even his creaky joints felt unusually comfortable. Puzzled, Lloyd tried to sit up. But in that instant, he froze. ''What?'' His entire body was bound by ropes, making it impossible to get up as he normally would. Feeling a surge of alarm, Lloyd quickly inspected his body. And once again, he was struck by confusion. ''Whose arm is this?'' Thick, muscular arms with well-defined forearms¡ªarms that exuded masculinity just by looking at them. They were nothing like his own arms, which were so thin they could easily be mistaken for a young maiden''s. But that wasn''t the real issue right now. ''Where the hell am I?'' He had fallen asleep in his own bed, in his own room, yet now he had awakened in an unfamiliar place. Lloyd hastily looked around. It was a small stone chamber. A plain, dark stone room with no furniture. Under the dim magical light, a strange red magic circle was drawn on the floor, and he was sitting right in the center of it. And beyond that, he could see three men in black robes, their faces concealed. One of the men spoke in a sinister tone. "Are you awake, Prince Lloyd?" The words were polite, but the tone was dripping with mockery. Lloyd calmly regarded the men. "This is an unfamiliar place, and I don''t know you." It was a situation that was more than enough to provoke panic, but he couldn''t afford to show it. "You''ve got some skill. You managed to abduct a prince from deep within the palace of a kingdom?" Lloyd exaggeratedly looked himself over as he continued speaking. "And it seems you''ve done something strange to my body after the abduction. My arms aren''t this thick, and my body isn''t this muscular." In response, one of the other men clicked his tongue. "You''re remarkably calm. I expected at least a hint of surprise." With a cold gaze, Lloyd asked, "So, what have you done to me?" The man waved his hand in the air. "Let me show you." A magical mirror of light appeared in midair, reflecting Lloyd''s image. Lloyd''s face went pale as he stared into the mirror. "...Alford?" For a moment, he thought his younger brother was sitting there. But the sight of the ropes binding him and the expression on his face quickly made him understand the situation. That "Alford" in the mirror was actually Lloyd himself! Even someone as composed as Lloyd couldn''t help but be momentarily stunned. The man in the black robe continued speaking. "We''ve swapped the bodies of you and Prince Alford. This was done by the power of the great Tesranak. Hahaha." Lloyd was familiar with the name Tesranak. A look of shock appeared in his eyes. "...A cultist!" *** ''Hmm? Something seems off.'' Halfway through listening to the explanation, Serati felt puzzled. ''They went out of their way to create a magical mirror to show the Prince his current appearance, and even revealed the situation without being asked? Are necromancers usually so talkative?'' [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 67 - 66: Royal Family’s Power Struggle (4) Chapter 67: Chapter 66: Royal Family''s Power Struggle (4) The cultists dragged the bound Lloyd out of the stone chamber. They moved out of the basement, through the corridor, and started ascending upwards. Lloyd, sensing the situation, began to ask questions. "What is your intention?" "What have you done to Alford?" "Do you think you can get away with doing this to a prince of a kingdom?" There was no response. Unlike earlier, when they had explained everything in detail, now they remained completely silent. As he was being dragged along helplessly, a bitter laugh escaped him. ''This is surprisingly comfortable.'' Being tightly bound and dragged like cattle should have been anything but comfortable. It should have been a ridiculous notion. Yet, it really was comfortable. There was simply no pain. His legs felt incredibly light, and his body moved so easily. ''Come to think of it, I felt the same when I woke up.'' He had fallen asleep in comfortable pajamas, nestled in soft bedding. But when he woke up, he was bound tightly in cumbersome everyday clothes, lying face down on a cold stone floor. And yet, he had awakened feeling more refreshed and at ease than ever before. ''So, this is how Alford''s been living all along?'' He suddenly realized just how messed up his original body must have been. As they ascended to the second floor of the mansion, a group of men was waiting. Among them was a familiar face, causing Lloyd to frown. "Sir Sebastian." He was one of Prince Alford''s trusted aides. "This is unexpected. I never thought you would betray Alford." Sebastian let out a small laugh, as if he''d heard something absurd. "Do you really think I''ve betrayed Prince Alford?" "If not, then why did you put Alford into my weak body?" "Well, I can''t deny that it might seem that way." At this response, Lloyd inwardly smiled. This confirmed that Alford was indeed behind this situation. Though he still couldn''t understand why. ''What could he possibly gain by taking over my body?'' Sebastian gestured to the men behind him. A thick door on one side of the corridor opened. Inside was a luxurious bedroom. It was a space comfortable and opulent enough for a prince of a kingdom. The only difference was the thick iron bars installed on all the windows. "Please, go inside." Resisting in this situation would be meaningless. Lloyd complied and added one last comment as he did so. "What exactly do you want from me?" Unlike the cultists, Sebastian responded. "What do we want?" He shook his head as he looked at Lloyd, who had just entered the room. "Nothing in particular." The men then untied the ropes binding Lloyd. It seemed they didn''t intend to keep him tied up. "We only ask that you stay here quietly and take care of your health, Your Highness." The thick door shut firmly, and the sound of it locking echoed through the room. *** Looking around at Karnak and his companions, Lloyd continued speaking. "After being locked up, I focused on the most important task at hand." The obvious thing for someone imprisoned to do was to find a way to escape. "I shook the bars on the window, examined every corner of the room, and inspected the door. Since they had untied my hands, it wasn''t too difficult." And, like most prisoners, he reached a familiar conclusion. "There was no way to escape. I wasn''t disappointed, though. I had expected as much." In fact, he felt more joy than disappointment. "It might sound strange for someone whose body was stolen and who was imprisoned in an unknown place..." But after being trapped in the prison of his frail body for so long, obtaining Alford''s body felt liberating. "To be honest, I even thought it wouldn''t be so bad if I could just continue living with this new body." The treatment wasn''t bad, either. He wasn''t kept bound, the bed was comfortable, and they even provided interesting books to keep him occupied while he was confined. "The meals were of the highest quality, fit for a prince of a kingdom." Even though he was a prince himself, these were dishes Lloyd had never tasted in his life. "It wasn''t because I was poor or discriminated against, but because my body couldn''t handle anything too spicy, salty, or sweet. Eating such foods would immediately make me ill." For the first time in his life, he experienced how much joy spicy, salty, and sweet foods could bring. Lloyd gazed into the air with a wistful expression. "Ah, it really was wonderful back then." S§×ar?h the N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Karnak and Barros nodded sincerely. "Yes, I can see that." "I completely understand." "...Why would you two understand that?" He was momentarily puzzled, but Lloyd continued with his explanation. "After that, there was no contact at all. They only brought me meals." The thick door only opened at mealtimes. If Lloyd wanted to escape, that would have been his only opportunity. But the situation wasn''t in his favor. Sebastian wasn''t foolish¡ªevery time a maid brought his meal, four heavily armed first-class knights accompanied her. They were the elite of the elite, whom even Alford himself couldn''t defeat one-on-one. With such formidable guards watching him with sharp eyes, it was impossible to make any move during meals. "Then... how..." Serati, who had been listening intently, was puzzled. After all, Lloyd was sitting right in front of them, having clearly escaped the mansion. "How exactly did you escape?" "Well, you see..." Prince Lloyd chuckled, finding it absurd. "They made a very serious mistake." *** While confined in the room, Lloyd calmly began to assess the situation. ''First, let''s figure out what I know in this current situation.'' There was no way to know what exactly Alford was planning at this point. What was certain, however, was that their bodies had been swapped, and Lloyd himself was now imprisoned. ''The fact that they haven''t killed me means there''s a reason they need me alive.'' The surrounding environment only reinforced this certainty. The space was far too comfortable to be considered a prison; it was a meticulously prepared room. The meals were top-quality, and the bathroom was connected to the room, allowing him to maintain his dignity. At the very least, it was clear that they were taking great care of Alford''s "body." ''They''re even concerned about maintaining my health.'' So, could he use mealtime as an opportunity to escape? ''After all, they can''t harm this body, so maybe I can exploit that...'' But the thought was absurd. That would mean that Lloyd, who couldn''t even handle a single soldier before, would have to overpower four first-class knights whom even Alford couldn''t defeat, take out all the guards stationed throughout the mansion, and then somehow escape from this mansion¡ªwhere he didn''t even know the location¡ªand slip out of their grasp. "That''s impossible." Feeling defeated, Lloyd habitually began to stretch. His body was in such poor condition that if he didn''t regularly loosen his joints and muscles, he couldn''t move properly. And then, something happened. He was simply stretching, but an astonishing surge of vitality and energy coursed through his entire body. "Huh?" Lloyd blinked in surprise. "...This might actually work." *** Prince Alford certainly possessed outstanding martial arts talent. To exhibit skills on par with first-class knights before even reaching the age of twenty was no ordinary feat. However, this also meant that, at best, he was only as skilled as a single first-class knight. Moreover, the one currently inhabiting Alford''s body was the first prince, Lloyd, who was known to be utterly talentless in martial arts. Even two or three ordinary soldiers would have been enough to subdue him. Despite this, Sebastian had chosen the most skilled knights under his command to guard Lloyd. Given the gravity of the situation, he had taken excessive precautions to prepare for any contingency. Each of these knights was far stronger than Alford, and having four of them on guard meant that no one could accuse them of being careless. But now, those four knights lay on the floor like corpses. "Ugh..." "Ugh..." It had all happened in an instant. Lloyd, holding his meal, suddenly leaped forward and delivered a precise attack to the neck of the lead knight, striking a vital point so accurately that the knight collapsed immediately, allowing Lloyd to snatch his sword. What followed was a lightning-fast series of attacks. Although the knights quickly reacted, Lloyd''s sword was even faster. Each strike was precise, each movement executed at the perfect moment, and the knights couldn''t withstand the onslaught. One of the knights, his consciousness fading, looked on with disbelief. ''How... Even Prince Alford himself wasn''t this strong...'' Catching his breath, Lloyd shook his head. "It seems you had no idea just how weak my original body was." Indeed, he had been a remarkably weak individual. Even though he had learned the finest swordsmanship from the greatest teachers, he could barely hold his own against a single ordinary soldier. But does this truly mean he was talentless? On the contrary. He had learned the finest swordsmanship from the greatest teachers and managed to wield that power with a body that was practically useless, achieving a level of skill that matched an "ordinary soldier." He overcame the vast differences in stamina, vitality, and strength purely through strategy and technique. So, what happens when someone like Lloyd obtains a healthy, even powerful, body? "Alford, you fool, how could you have done so little with such a blessed body? Have you been slacking off?" From behind Lloyd, who clicked his tongue, came a frightened whimper from the maid. "A-ah..." Smiling gently, he exited the room. "Don''t worry. I won''t harm you." There was no need to harm the maid. "Just stay locked in here for a while. Fortunately, it''s easy to do that since this place was designed to keep someone locked up." *** "Surprisingly, after that, it was quite easy to escape the mansion." Lloyd''s expectations of a fortress-like security were proven wrong. Of course, there were guards stationed everywhere, but none of them tried to stop him. "They just saluted me properly." That''s when he realized. "It occurred to me that there was no way they would have informed the common soldiers of my situation. After all, this was an incident involving a cult." To the guards, he was still Prince Alford. So, he calmly told them he was going for a walk and confidently headed toward the garden. Of course, he couldn''t leave the mansion completely. "Even if it were the real Alford, they wouldn''t have let him go out alone." Being a prince himself, Lloyd understood the situation perfectly. They would have insisted on assigning him guards, and then they would have contacted their superiors, prompting Sebastian to chase after him with his knights. "So, I waited for a moment when no one was around and climbed over the wall." That''s how he successfully escaped the mansion. However, returning directly to the royal palace was too risky. The second prince''s faction likely anticipated that move. They would surely control the key routes, and there was a high chance he''d be recaptured before he even reached the palace. It was also tricky to seek out other trusted allies. There was no guarantee they would believe him if he told them that his body had been swapped by cultists. And if they didn''t believe him? He''d end up alone within Lloyd''s faction while stuck in Alford''s body. Even though they were enemies, surely they wouldn''t just kill him outright, given that he was still a prince of the kingdom... right? "Given how long the power struggle has gone on, can you really be certain?" They had been at each other''s throats for over ten years. Could he really guarantee there were no loyalists who believed in acting first and informing later? "It wouldn''t be the first time something like that has happened." After all, life isn''t something you gamble with recklessly. "Since this was an unprecedented situation, I had no idea what to do." That''s when he remembered the King''s Order. "I figured those familiar with necromancy might be willing to listen. Plus, the chances of my enemies predicting that move were slim." So, he secretly wrote a handwritten letter and sent it to Commander Erantel. Since Erantel and he were already acquainted, he thought he would recognize his handwriting. "But then I encountered an unexpected issue. I wrote just as I always had, but Alford''s handwriting came out." It seemed that handwriting and habits were tied not to the soul but to the body. "Still, it was originally my handwriting, wasn''t it? After some practice, I was able to revert to my original style." Prince Lloyd chuckled, noting how strange it was to forge his own handwriting. Afterward, he hid in the slums while waiting for a reply. Three days later, he met Karnak and his companions. "That''s what happened over the past five days." As he finished his explanation, Lloyd narrowed his eyes. "Fortunately, I''ve made contact with you all, so now I want to ask." Given that the King''s Order specialized in dealing with necromancers, they would surely know the best course of action. "What should I do next?" [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 68 - 67: The Appropriate Bait (1) Chapter 68: Chapter 67: The Appropriate Bait (1) A mansion in the outskirts of Drunta, the capital of the Kingdom of Yustil. This was the residence of Count Edran, a follower of Prince Alford, and the new hideout that Sebastian had arranged after losing track of Prince Lloyd. Since their location had been compromised, they couldn''t stay in the same place any longer. In the mansion''s office, Sebastian was holding his head in frustration. "What should I do now...." He had deployed all available personnel to search for Prince Lloyd, or more precisely, for Prince Alford''s body. He even gathered information indirectly through the Adventurers'' Guild in the capital. Yet, there was still no progress. Frustrated, Sebastian nervously chewed on his nails. "Could he have already contacted his subordinates? Is that why he''s gone into hiding? If so, this could turn into a real problem...." Three men sat across from him, listening to his muttering. They weren''t dressed in their usual black robes, but as ordinary men, though they were actually necromancers sent by the Dark God''s cult. The leader of the necromancers, a man in his fifties named Detzras, spoke calmly. "Didn''t we already confirm that the royal palace and the Marquis Talain''s household were clear?" Both places had spies planted long ago. So, it was certain that Prince Lloyd had not gone to the royal palace or his maternal relatives'' residence. Sebastian responded bluntly. "But we can''t rule out the possibility that he''s found other subordinates, can we?" Just as Prince Alford had subordinates who weren''t publicly known, so too could Prince Lloyd. S~ea??h the Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. It wasn''t possible to plant spies in every faction. To do that, there would have to be a massive difference in power, and in that case, the conflict wouldn''t have dragged on for over ten years. It would have ended long ago. Detzras shook his head. "Even if that''s the case, it''s not a major issue, is it?" The other necromancers also agreed and spoke up. "If Prince Lloyd had contacted his subordinates, there would surely be some movement, and we can respond to that accordingly." "The important thing is to have Prince Alford''s body in the right place at the right time. We still have a chance." At this, Sebastian looked even more frustrated. "That''s only true if people actually believe that Prince Lloyd''s body has been swapped, isn''t it?" They didn''t seem to grasp the real problem at all. "The real issue is if they don''t believe it!" Only a few years had passed since the Darkness of Doom had descended. The world was still not familiar with the existence of necromancy. Even Sebastian himself was no exception. If one day, Prince Lloyd suddenly came and said, ''I''m actually Prince Alford. My body was swapped with Lloyd''s!''¡ªthen what? "I would''ve thought that Prince Lloyd had gone mad, or that he had some other ulterior motive. I certainly wouldn''t have believed the situation." And then what would have happened? The target he''d been desperately trying to kill for so long would have fallen right into his hands, alone and vulnerable. "It would have been the perfect opportunity to deal with him." The necromancers exchanged worried glances. "No way, you mean they''d just kill him on the spot?" "But he''s still a prince of the kingdom!" Sebastian looked at the necromancers with disdain. "We''ve been trying to kill each other''s princes for over ten years now. This isn''t the first time." "But isn''t there a chance that it might be true? Wouldn''t they at least have that suspicion?" "That''s because you''re necromancers. That''s why you think like that." Even Sebastian hadn''t known it was possible for bodies and souls to be swapped until he met these people. "Before then, I never even imagined such a thing could happen." "How could that be? There are similar stories in some street legends." "Do you think a noble like me would read such a common drivel?" And most of Prince Lloyd''s loyal followers were also nobles. "Well, that''s quite a problem...." The necromancers'' faces hardened. With things as they were, there was indeed a real possibility that Prince Lloyd might end up killed by his own subordinates. "The good news is that such a thing hasn''t happened yet." Detzras raised his right hand. A faint black aura flickered between his fingers and then vanished. "The Soul Change Ring is still in effect. This is proof that both princes'' bodies are still alive." But there was no guarantee that this would continue. "Is there really no way to find the prince''s body through necromancy?" Sebastian had asked this question several times over the past few days. So the necromancers repeated the answer they had given just as many times. "If there were such a way, we would have already done it." This had all taken place in Drunta, a city full of mages, clerics, and even the King''s Order, which specialized in necromancy. Given the circumstances, they had to ensure the utmost secrecy. Even the ones who cast the spells couldn''t trace the remnants of the spell. It had to be that way to remain undetected. Sebastian clutched his head again. "It was too dangerous a move. I should have stopped the prince." Detzras clicked his tongue. "Under normal circumstances, it wouldn''t have been that risky. We just didn''t anticipate that you would be so incompetent." "What did you just say...?" "Did I say something wrong? Who was it that foolishly lost the prey we caught for them?" Veins bulged on Sebastian''s forehead. Sensing the rising tension, the other necromancers quickly intervened. "Please, both of you, calm down." "It''s not over yet. We can still resolve this before the ritual." "In the worst case, the souls of both princes will just return to their original bodies." "Of course, if that happens, it will be revealed that Prince Alford has allied with us, which would be a disaster..." "But the prince''s life won''t be in danger." Sebastian suppressed his anger and let out a sigh. "In any case, we must find Prince Lloyd quickly. That is our best option." *** Three days had passed since Karnak and his group made contact with Prince Lloyd. The prince was hiding in a safehouse that Karnak had arranged¡ªa rundown house located in the slums of Drunta. "My apologies for housing someone of your status in a place like this," Serati said with some regret, but Lloyd didn''t mind. "Don''t worry about it. I''m not uncomfortable." And he wasn''t just being polite¡ªhe genuinely didn''t feel any discomfort. Instead of the royal silk bedding from the palace, he now had a rough blanket stuffed with straw. Instead of the luxurious royal meals, meticulously prepared with nutritional balance in mind, he now ate the common food of the street folk. For a prince like him, this should have been a harsh experience, one he had never encountered before... "Funny as it may sound, but I''ve never lived as comfortably as I have lately." With a light wink, Lloyd took a bite of the bread in his hand, savoring it. "What good is an exceptional environment when the body is in terrible condition?" It was just bread¡ªplain, coarse black bread. But to him now, with strong teeth and gums capable of chewing this tough bread as if it were stone, it was a luxury! And he could even sprinkle it with salt! "After escaping, there were times when I had to wrap myself in rags and sleep crouched in an alley. Even then, I was more comfortable than I ever was in the palace." Serati looked at him with pity. "You must have truly been in a terrible state." "People with healthy bodies don''t understand how exhausting it is to live with one that isn''t." On the other hand, Karnak and Baros nodded in deep agreement. "Exactly." "You only understand it when you experience it." "...So why do you two get it?" Lloyd clicked his tongue and changed the subject. "Anyway, how did it go?" Three days ago, the prince had asked them how they should proceed. Not about what to do¡ªthat was already clear. They needed to capture the cultists responsible for all of this. Whether they killed them or took them alive, securing those bastards was the top priority. There was no need to ask Karnak for advice on this matter. The question was how to capture those cultists. So Karnak had dispatched members of the King''s Order to search the mansion from which Lloyd had escaped. Unfortunately, the results were as expected. "The necromancers, Sir Sebastian, and all of his subordinates have disappeared without a trace." Lloyd wasn''t particularly disappointed. "They''re not fools; they wouldn''t have stayed there. So, what''s next? Are you going to deploy the King''s Order to track down the cultists?" "That would be the standard procedure, but it doesn''t fit the current situation." This wasn''t a regional territory where the King''s Order had operated before; this was the capital of an entire kingdom. The search area was too vast, and there were too many nobles involved. Even the King''s Order couldn''t go around raiding the residences of all the high-ranking noble families without solid evidence. "Continuing the search discreetly isn''t impossible, but it would take too long. We don''t even know what Prince Alford''s plan is, so we can''t afford to waste time." Lloyd sighed. "So, there''s only one option left." If they couldn''t find the cultists, they would have to make the cultists come to them. "Alright, I''ll be the bait. That should bring them out of hiding, right?" Karnak responded curtly. "Well, that''s a given." "...Were you planning to use me as bait all along?" "You volunteered to be the bait, didn''t you?" "There''s a difference between me volunteering and you deciding to use me as bait." Clicking his tongue, Lloyd looked at Karnak. It seemed Karnak had indeed planned to use him as bait from the start. Yet, there was still something that seemed to be bothering him. "Is there a problem?" "The type of bait is the issue." When fishing, you must use the right bait for the fish you want to catch. "Certainly, Your Highness is good bait. Many of Prince Alford''s subordinates will take the bait." With a bitter smile, Karnak continued. "But the necromancers won''t." A missing Prince Lloyd¡ªor more precisely, Alford''s body¡ªreappearing would naturally prompt Alford''s forces to try and capture him again. "But there''s no reason for the necromancers to step in directly." After all, Prince Alford''s forces are already strong enough. They wouldn''t risk exposing their identities unnecessarily. "For the same reason, it would be problematic if it became known that you had allied with the King''s Order." The King''s Order is a specialized organization for dealing with cultists, meaning it''s particularly effective against necromancers. "Against the King''s Order, Prince Alford''s existing forces are more effective than the necromancers. Naturally, the cultists wouldn''t move." That''s why the King''s Order could only be deployed for covert missions, like searching the mansion, but not for directly guarding Prince Lloyd. "Even if the cultists themselves don''t act, wouldn''t we be able to capture the ones who do and interrogate them for additional information?" "The chances that the execution unit would be aware of such sensitive details are slim." There''s no need to explain the exact current condition of the two princes. They can simply be told that Prince Alford has been kidnapped and must be rescued. "Just tell them that due to being brainwashed by magic, the prince is not in his right mind, and to ignore whatever he says and just bring him back. That should prevent any major issues." Lloyd frowned. "Then you''re saying there''s no way around this?" If the enemy were ordinary soldiers or knights, it would be better to deploy ordinary soldiers or knights in response. If the King''s Order were the opponent, it would be even more advisable to deploy ordinary soldiers or knights. "So, if we go by your reasoning, there''s no reason for the cultists to get directly involved, no matter what we do." "Yes, and that''s why...." Karnak flashed a mischievous smile. "We''re planning to add a more suitable bait." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 69 - 68: The Appropriate Bait (2) Chapter 69: Chapter 68: The Appropriate Bait (2) It''s been seven days since they lost track of Prince Lloyd. Sebastian, who had been feeling like his blood was drying up with each passing day, finally received the long-awaited news. "Have you found the Prince?" A man matching Alford''s description was spotted near Dalaine Street, west of the capital, Drunta. "Dalaine Street... That''s where Viscount Rontium''s residence is located." The Viscount Rontium family was one of Prince Lloyd''s long-standing supporters. "Did he make contact with them?" The subordinate giving the report shook his head. "It doesn''t seem like it." The Prince had been wandering the back alleys in shabby vagrant attire. This indicated he was lingering near the Viscount''s residence, waiting for the right opportunity. Sebastian could understand this. Revealing his identity recklessly might get him killed by his own subordinates. Prince Lloyd himself would surely be aware of something even Sebastian could easily deduce. Given that he had been embroiled in conspiracies since birth, it was only natural for him to be cautious. In any case, it was truly fortunate. There was still an opportunity to recover from this failure. "Send the Crimson Flame Corps." The Crimson Flame Corps were not knights. However, depending on the situation, they were a force that could rival knights. Knights were typically those who donned armor, rode horses, and fought on the battlefield. But combat doesn''t always take place on a battlefield. In situations involving kidnappings, confinement, assassination of key figures, and small-scale urban battles, there were many who could be stronger than knights¡ªadventurers or members of a thieves'' guild, for instance. For over ten years, Prince Alford had been embroiled in endless intrigue, so such forces were just as essential as knights. That''s why he had secretly raised a personal guard, the Crimson Flame Corps, who moved like his own limbs. There was no one more suited to quietly securing Prince Alford''s body than these individuals. For the first time in a while, a relieved smile appeared on Sebastian''s face. "Finally, we can bring the Prince back." *** As the sun set, darkness enveloped Dalaine Street. A group of 20 men moved through the sparsely populated road. Though they appeared to be dressed in ordinary clothing, they were discreetly armed to the teeth. Walking naturally along the street, one of the men spoke up. "Is this really okay?" These men, members of the Crimson Flame Corps, had carried out countless covert missions. Many of those missions were difficult to understand. Even so, this particular order seemed especially strange. ¡ºPrince Alford has been poisoned or affected by magic, causing him to lose his sanity. Currently, the Prince is not in his right mind and may even perceive the Crimson Flame Corps as enemies. Focus solely on securing him, even if it means inflicting wounds, as long as they aren''t life-threatening or result in the loss of limbs.¡» "To say it''s fine to wound the Prince..." "No matter how clouded his mind is, that''s a bit..." The sharp-featured man in his twenties leading the group responded bluntly. It was Bellart, the leader of the Crimson Flame Corps. "As long as he doesn''t die or lose his limbs, he can be fully healed with holy healing magic. We''re not really harming him." Despite this, his subordinates remained doubtful. Bellart was troubled. ''This is difficult.'' As the captain, he knew the truth. Currently, Prince Alford and Prince Lloyd''s bodies had been swapped, and this was all part of Alford''s plan. However, he couldn''t reveal such critical information to his subordinates. As a result, he had to issue these seemingly contradictory and strange orders. Forcing himself to change the subject, Bellart asked, "What''s the current location of the Prince?" One of the subordinates who had been on reconnaissance replied, "Somewhere inside that alley. The exits have already been blocked, so he won''t be able to escape." "No one else is with him?" "At least from what I observed, there was no sign of that." "Still, always be on guard, just in case." It had been quite some time since Prince Lloyd had escaped. Even if he hadn''t made contact with his former subordinates, there was a possibility he had found other allies. "If the Prince has any allies with him, kill them without hesitation. They are likely the ones who poisoned him." The men hesitated again and asked in confusion, "But wouldn''t it be better not to kill them?" "Shouldn''t we try to find out who''s behind this?" They were right. Under normal circumstances, Bellart would have fully agreed with them. ''Lying is such a hassle in so many ways.'' In situations like this, the best approach was just to shout them down. "Stop overthinking it and just follow your orders! That''s why we''re here!" Finally, the members of the Crimson Flame Corps began to move without further protest. They each spread out and started to slip into the back alleys. Watching them, Bellart frowned. ''Why on earth did Prince Alford decide to team up with those cultists...?'' *** Finding the Prince was easier than expected. The Crimson Flame Corps members were scattered in small groups throughout the back alleys, and two of them spotted a raggedly dressed man standing in a corner. Though his clothes were shabby, there was no doubt it was Prince Alford. One of the men cautiously approached and spoke. "We''ve come to escort you, Your Highness." The Prince looked at them indifferently and asked, "Do I look like Prince Alford to you?" The men''s expressions hardened. ''So it''s true that his mind has become clouded...'' ''It seems to be the case.'' This wasn''t the Alford they knew. Not just his tone, but the subtle expressions and the look in his eyes were entirely different. Taking a combat stance, one of the corps members spoke respectfully. "If you resist, we have orders to take you by force." "We''re doing this for your sake, Your Highness. Please forgive us." The Prince smiled faintly. "Give it a try." "...What?" "I said, give it a try." It was then that a cold wind suddenly blew. A chilling breeze brushed past their backs. ''Hmm?'' They instinctively felt a sense of unease that they couldn''t simply dismiss as just the night wind. But the members of the Crimson Flame Corps didn''t know why. Not until a strange, eerie sound emerged from behind the Prince, and a pale, ghostly figure began to rise. Ssssshhh... Two streams of darkness transformed into evil spirits, gliding through the air. The men''s eyes widened in shock. "Gasp!" "What is this?" The evil spirits soon descended upon them. The once-quiet alley echoed with terrifying screams. "Aaaagh!" "Ahhhh!" *** All around the back alleys, darkness flowed, and evil spirits rampaged. "Ughhh!" "A-a monster!" No matter how much they tried to run, it was futile. The walls opened, extending tendrils, and the ground cracked, spewing out corpses. Even the air they breathed was tainted with an oppressive, evil energy, causing their lungs to freeze and tears to dry up just by running. "Grrr, gghhh..." "Ughhh..." The 20 members of the Crimson Flame Corps who had entered the back alleys were all dying helplessly. And their captain, Bellart, was no exception. Grrr... Ughhh... Countless zombies approached, emitting eerie groans as they surrounded the narrow alley. Bellart and the two remaining members, now trapped, grew increasingly pale. His subordinates cried out in desperation. "Captain!" "What should we do?" Bellart had no answer to give. All his training had been against human opponents. All the missions he had carried out had been against human enemies. Enemies who could be cut, stabbed, and bled, eventually falling to the ground. But what if the enemy was a moving corpse? What if a formless evil spirit was hunting their lives? He had no idea how to deal with such threats. "What... what is this...?" As the horde of zombies closed in, Bellart was engulfed in despair. ''Why is there a necromancer with the Prince?'' A pitiful death cry echoed into the night sky. "Aaaagh!" *** Two days earlier, Karnak had asked: "How can we make the cultists allied with Prince Alford come out into the open?" First, they needed to understand why these cultists weren''t revealing themselves. The first reason was the risk of their identities being exposed. The second was that there hadn''t been any opponents strong enough to warrant the cultists¡ªor more specifically, the necromancers¡ªtaking action. "In other words, we just need to create a situation where there''s no fear of their identities being exposed, and where only necromancers can solve the problem." His solution to this was, at first glance, absurd. "We''ll deal with them using a necromancer of our own." If Prince Lloyd''s ally is a necromancer, then? Since both sides are in hiding, the cultists on Alford''s side wouldn''t be able to rush out and report anything. This solves the first problem. Moreover, if their forces include a necromancer, Alford''s existing subordinates would naturally find it difficult to face them¡ªsimply because they''ve never encountered anything like this before. Normally, they would have to summon a cleric or a mage to handle such a situation, but under the current circumstances, they can''t openly involve outsiders. But if the cultists themselves are forced to act? They would be well-versed in necromancy and could handle the situation without issue. "Most importantly, necromancers can steal each other''s necromantic power to enhance their own abilities. They''d be driven by greed to engage because if they don''t, someone else might take what they covet." S§×arch* The Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Lloyd looked puzzled. At first glance, it sounded plausible, but there was one crucial premise to this plan. "Where are we supposed to find this necromancer? Do you have one locked up somewhere in the King''s Order?" "Of course not." The King''s Order secretly hiding a necromancer? Someone as rigid as Commander Erantel would never allow that. "But we do have several confiscated evil artifacts." Karnak smiled slyly. Zombies? Evil spirits? Various sinister necromantic barriers? With illusion magic, one could create something that looked quite similar using magic. For example, casting an illusion of a zombie on a magically controlled puppet or overlaying an evil spirit''s image with spirit magic. But most people wouldn''t be fooled by something like that. The real problem lies in the evil energy and malevolent aura that inevitably accompany necromancy. These evoke a primal fear and instinctual revulsion that any living creature, even a layperson, would immediately recognize. "So, we''ll use illusion magic in combination with the cult''s confiscated artifacts to spread that evil energy and malevolent aura. This way, it will look like real necromancy is being used." "Is that really possible?" "It''s a technique we''ve been developing recently to deceive other necromancers." "Indeed, given the nature of the King''s Order''s missions, something like that would be necessary." Satisfied, Lloyd nodded. "Proceed with the plan." Recalling his conversation with Karnak, Lloyd gazed into the darkness of the back alley. Beyond that darkness, all manner of screams echoed, evil spirits rampaged, and corpses reanimated to kill the living. Eventually, the screams ceased. It seemed the situation was over. Soon after, a red-haired woman approached Lloyd. "Were you hurt at all, Your Highness?" It was Dame Serati, a member of Karnak''s team. "Not a scratch. Captain Karnak''s magic is truly impressive. Did everything go well?" "We let two of them escape. They''ll make sure to testify as planned." It seemed the plan had unfolded perfectly. Relieved, Lloyd let out a sigh of admiration. "By the way, it was really convincing. With this, they''re bound to be fooled." Karnak''s magic was truly realistic. It truly looked like zombies, and it really seemed like evil spirits. "Even though I know the truth, it still looked like genuine necromancy to me." Serati made a strange expression. "Y-Yes, I suppose it would." "Hm? Why are you making that face?" "Oh, it''s nothing... really..." [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 70 - 69: Battle in the Dead of Night (1) Chapter 70: Chapter 69: Battle in the Dead of Night (1) "Necromancy, you say?" S§×ar?h the n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The Crimson Flame Corps members, who had barely made it back alive, nodded vigorously. "There''s no doubt about it." "The corpses were moving, and the evil spirits attacked us..." "A dreadful aura lingered everywhere; how could we not notice it?" Sebastian blinked in disbelief. He had never imagined, not even for a moment, that there could be a necromancer by Prince Lloyd''s side. "How did the prince end up joining forces with a necromancer?" Meanwhile, the eyes of the cultists sparkled with interest. "A necromancer, you say!" "It seems they''re a wanderer who hasn''t received the teachings of Tesranak." "Even so, their necromantic power seems quite strong." Not only the cult of the Dark God used necromancy. The Darkness of Doom had already spread too much across the world. Moreover, necromancers could absorb the powers of their opponents to increase their own strength. It means that the one who picks it up is the owner. "We''ll take care of it!" Those who usually held back were now more eager than ever. "If it''s necromancy, that''s our specialty!" "Don''t worry, we''ll safely bring the prince back!" Since the opponent was also a necromancer, there was no need to hide their identities from each other. With no reason to oppose, Sebastian nodded. "Th-Then I''ll leave it to you." As soon as he granted permission, the cultists left the room, seemingly eager to begin preparations. They were in a hurry, perhaps worried that someone else might get ahead of them. Left alone, Sebastian clicked his tongue. ''Is it really true that Prince Lloyd has allied himself with a necromancer?'' On the surface, it didn''t seem all that strange. If one was harmed by a necromancer, they might seek out another necromancer to resolve the issue, right? It was just too absurd. This only made sense if Prince Lloyd had known another necromancer for a while. In other words... ''So, does this mean they were trying to do something similar to what Prince Alford was planning?'' It was enough to make him chuckle in disbelief. ''Ha, ha... The royal family really is a den of demons, isn''t it?'' *** Detzras, a necromancer serving the Dark God. At fifty-three years old, he had originally been a mage of the fifth circle. In the world of magic, the fifth circle was a level where one could definitely hold their own. It was a position that could not be reached without both talent and effort. Yet, Detzras was not satisfied. The regular mages who ranged between the third and fifth circles were the most common, the level where most mages fell. He hadn''t worked so hard just to end up on the same level as everyone else. He wanted to reach higher, to possess more. And so he ceaselessly strived towards his goal. But reality was harsh. Though he had talent, it was not enough to overwhelm others. As much as he advanced, so did others. As much as he worked hard, so did others. When everyone puts in the effort, what remains is only the gap in talent. Some people say that life is long, that it''s not a sprint but a marathon, and if you keep running steadily, you will eventually reach your destination. That if you keep walking your path diligently, when you look back, those who had been ahead of you will be sitting behind. Well, it wasn''t entirely untrue. There were indeed those who, relying only on their youthful talent, slacked off and faced ruin. When he looked back, he could see those who had fallen behind. It''s just that there were still far more people far ahead of him. What sense does it make to ignore the hundreds, thousands of competitors ahead and look back at the few who have fallen behind? If you keep running steadily, you''ll eventually reach your destination? When is that supposed to happen? In 20 years? 30 years? When you''re 70 or 80 years old? Human life has its limits. Are they telling him to finally reach his goal only to die in contentment after his body has aged and withered? It was then that the cult of the Dark God approached him in his despair. "Mage Detzras, the true power of darkness has chosen you." When faced with the saint of the great god, Detzras''s first reaction was one of blasphemy. "A cultist dares to reveal themselves openly? Are you mad?" He knew well that learning necromancy would be of no use to a mage. It was akin to a fighter cutting off both arms and attaching pincers instead. Sure, the pincers might be useful in combat. They could hit harder with thick shells, and crush enemies with the pincers. But the martial arts they had learned when they had arms would become almost useless. "And you suggest necromancy to me? Do you think I''m some novice mage?" A novice mage might consider it. Giving up low-level magic of the first or second circle to gain powerful necromancy would be an attractive proposition. But Detzras was already a mage of the fifth circle. Even if he was dissatisfied with the results of his decades of dedication to magic, the power itself was far from weak. Abandoning it to become a novice necromancer wouldn''t necessarily make him stronger than before. But the cult of the Dark God was different. "That is because what you''ve seen is not true necromancy." The true power of darkness wasn''t about cutting off your arms and attaching pincers. It was about reinforcing your arms with exoskeleton-like armor. This meant he could continue to use the skills he had mastered while also learning new techniques. He could walk a new path while maintaining the mana he had accumulated so far! With little to lose and much to gain, it was inevitable that he would join the cult of the Dark God. "So, there''s a necromancer on Prince Lloyd''s side too?" Returning to his room to prepare for departure, Detzras smiled contentedly. "How much more powerful will I become if I devour that necromancer?" Magic requires relentless effort to increase mana. Thus, the path to increasing mana is a difficult one. "Of course, necromancy doesn''t grant power for free. Nothing in this world is obtained without effort. However, the nature of the effort is slightly different. While magic requires one to solely refine oneself, necromancy allows one to steal the power of others. ''I don''t know who this necromancer by the First Prince''s side is...'' As he prepared, Detzras fell into thought. ''They can''t be a mere wandering necromancer, who is using the Darkness of Doom.'' Judging by how they handled the Crimson Flame Corps, they have surpassed the level of simply wielding the power of darkness without skill. ''But even so, they won''t be a match for me.'' No matter how powerful conventional necromancers are, they are merely those who have not received the true teachings of darkness. In contrast, Detzras is both a necromancer and a mage. It''s like fighting someone with one arm while you have two¡ªunless the difference in skill is vast, it''s unlikely he would lose. ''Of course, if the difference is vast, then I might lose...'' The middle-aged man smiled confidently. "There''s no way a necromancer as powerful as me exists on this continent outside of our cult!" *** Even after his whereabouts were revealed, Prince Lloyd did not leave Dalaine Street. Although he moved his hideout, he continued to make appearances in the same area. Detzras, having learned this through his spies, smirked. He thought he understood what the prince was up to. "Really, necromancers all think alike." It was obvious that they were trying to lure them in. Detzras wasn''t the only one who saw the opponent as prey. One of the cultists following behind, Kale, also sneered. "He seems quite confident in his own power. How laughable for a mere wanderer..." Detzras waved his hand, indicating it wasn''t surprising. "Most necromancers are people who''ve lived at the bottom of society and suddenly gained great power. It would be stranger if they weren''t drunk on that power." Usually, people like that meet their match and get a harsh lesson in humility... "Most of the time, they don''t even get to use the humility they''ve learned before departing this world." The cultists continued to move through Dalaine Street. The night was so deep that there were no passersby. Only the occasional night watchmen patrolled the streets. Under normal circumstances, they would be subject to inspections, but with the seal of Prince Alford in hand, there were no issues. "We''re almost there." Under the faint moonlight, obscured by clouds, the shadowy slums came into view. Detzras turned to the two necromancers, Kale and Olt, and commanded them. "Move according to the plan." "Yes." The plan Detzras had devised for the ''Reclamation of Prince Alford''s Body'' was simple. First, the two would lure out the necromancer on Prince Lloyd''s side. Then, Detzras would watch from the shadows, waiting for the right moment to ambush and completely subdue the opponent. Why go to such lengths when they could just fight together? The justification was this: ¡ªThe enemy might flee, so I''ll monitor the battle from the rear! But the real reason was this: ''There''s no way that guy is stronger than me, but you never know, right? I should use these two as bait first.'' If they handle the situation, he''ll praise them and share the necromantic power with them. He''ll take half and give them the other half. Is that too harsh? It''s not like he is taking everything for himself, so what''s the problem? What if Kale and Olt betray Detzras and try to absorb the power themselves? Even if they do, they won''t become stronger than Detzras, so he can just punish them for insubordination. And while he''s at it, he could swallow up their necromantic power as well. With such a justification, the cult wouldn''t object too much. But what if the two get defeated? That would mean Prince Lloyd''s necromancer is indeed a formidable foe, proving Detzras''s decision to use them as bait was wise. It''s a method that could easily get him stabbed in the back, but Detzras felt no guilt. Only someone who could truly think this way would be capable of practicing necromancy. Naturally, Kale and Olt weren''t ignorant of Detzras''s dark intentions. ''Damn it, being weak is a sin.'' ''But we can''t defy him either.'' Kale took out an old-fashioned lantern from his coat and lit it. Sssss... As the flame ignited, a chilling sound like a snake slithering echoed, and a cold aura filled the surroundings. It was the Lantern of the Lost Souls. The souls of knights and soldiers who had fallen on the battlefield were sealed within this cursed artifact, one of the treasures Detzras had bestowed upon them from the cult. Even if they were being used as bait, providing them with a means of survival like this was necessary to ensure they followed orders. Focusing his mind on the lantern, Kale began to chant a spell. "In the name of Tesranak, I command you..." The flame of the lantern turned blue, and one by one, wraith-like figures began to rise from the ground. "Rise, cursed souls of fallen warriors..." Countless ghosts of knights and soldiers filled the street, their wails echoing through the night. "Uuughhh..." "Aaaahhhh..." *** Inside a shabby two-story house in the slums. Karnak, who had been sitting in a chair reading a book, suddenly looked up and muttered. "They''re here." Though it seemed like a random statement, Baros and Serati understood immediately. "Already?" "That was quick." The Crimson Flame Corps had attacked just the night before. Yet, within just one day, another assault from Prince Alford''s side had begun. Rising to his feet, Baros asked, "Is it necromancers this time?" "As expected, they''re in a hurry, likely afraid someone else might steal their prey." Serati and Baros swiftly prepared for battle. Watching them, Prince Lloyd wore a skeptical expression. "It''s not that I doubt your skills, but..." They were already fully armed and waiting, so there wasn''t much preparation to be done. All they had to do was grab the ''anti-cultist weapons'' that Karnak had prepared for them. The problem was that these so-called secret weapons were rather unconventional. In Baros''s hand was a long mop. In Serati''s hand was a rusty frying pan. "...Are you seriously going to fight with those?" [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 71 - 70: Battle in the Dead of Night (2) Chapter 71: Chapter 70: Battle in the Dead of Night (2) Ghost soldiers move through the eerie fog. Uttering ghastly moans, they glide through the night slums, spreading a bizarre darkness. "Uuuuuh..." "Ugh..." Yet, there was still no sign of life. It wasn''t because there were no residents here. "Goddess... please..." "What on earth is this...?" "Hey! Stay away from the window!" Everyone was hiding deep within their homes, trembling in fear. It was only natural. Two men in gloomy robes were walking ominously through the streets, with an army of ghosts in tow, spreading a white mist across the ground. Who would dare step outside after witnessing such a scene? Anyone with a warrior''s heart brave enough to do so wouldn''t be living in a slum like this in the first place. Thanks to this, Kale and Olt were able to advance deep into the slum without any obstruction. Looking around, Olt asked, "What do you think their move will be?" Considering they had made this much of a scene, the necromancer should have already sensed the situation. "It depends on what the necromancer''s specialty is." According to the reports from the Crimson Flame Corps, the necromancer allied with Prince Lloyd initially used a horde of zombies to create pressure before summoning evil spirits. "That''s a typical necromancy...," Kale continued, sounding doubtful. "But it''s likely that they''re under some kind of illusion, right?" When one thinks of necromancy, the first thing that comes to mind is usually the manipulation of zombies. Raising corpses to create new death¡ªthat grotesque spectacle is the very identity of a necromancer. It''s not just a stereotype; it''s actually a fairly easy spell. Even the lowest-level necromancer can raise and control corpses, and sometimes, even those without knowledge of necromancy but possessing the power of darkness can achieve this through sheer desperation. It''s something you can do even without knowledge, and with knowledge, it becomes even easier, requiring little energy while being highly efficient. The problem is that this spell comes with a critical flaw. Kale pointed out exactly this issue. "There''s no way they could have gathered that many corpses in the capital." Zombie manipulation involves reanimating existing corpses, not creating new ones out of thin air. And it''s not as if one can carry corpses around all the time. Unless in a specific place like a graveyard or battlefield, zombie manipulation is not a very useful tactic. "Their actual specialty is likely summoning evil spirits, necromancy." "Considering they added an illusion, they''re not a very powerful necromancer. If we face them head-on, they won''t be much of a match for us." "So, they''re probably hiding somewhere, waiting to ambush us?" "That would be the prudent approach for a necromancer." Kale grinned as he looked back. He issued a command to the dozens of ghostly soldiers wrapped in cold spectral flames. "Go forth, my minions..." At his gesture, the ghosts began to scatter in all directions. "By the command of darkness, seek out your master''s enemies!" *** Countless ghosts cut through the night streets, roaming everywhere. As spirits, there was no way that walls or roofs could block them. They passed through walls, rose from the floors, and flowed down from the ceilings, moving effortlessly between houses. Though they didn''t cause direct harm, merely inspecting and moving on, it was surely a terrifying sight for the hiding residents. Each time the ghostly soldiers passed by, people trembled, forcing themselves to stifle their screams. "...!" "Hic..." Serati, who was observing the situation from a concealed spot on the side of the street, frowned. "Those bastards, dragging innocent residents into this..." In contrast, Baros seemed impressed. "For necromancers, they''re surprisingly kind!" "Kind, you say?" "They''re ignoring the residents as they pass by." "Isn''t that obvious? The residents aren''t their enemies; there''s no need to harm them." "There is a need, actually." A strange smile appeared on Baros''s lips. "Each person they kill becomes another useful corpse." "..." Serati was at a loss for words. She had never even considered thinking in such a way. "Are all necromancers like that?" Baros tilted his head thoughtfully. "...Now that I think about it, maybe it was just the Young Master?" It wasn''t that those cultists were particularly kind; it''s just that, no matter how evil someone is, it''s not easy to think that far ahead. Only a truly rotten villain would come up with such an idea. ''And that rotten villain is my soul''s master. Oh, what a fate I have...'' Perhaps noticing Serati''s inner thoughts, Baros offered an excuse on his behalf. "The Young Master has turned over a new leaf recently." "The problem is that even after turning over a new leaf, he''s still like this!" Meanwhile, the ghosts continued to scour the slum. They were getting closer to the spot where the two were hiding. "It''s about time." Baros gripped his mop tighter, his eyes gleaming. "Let''s move according to plan." *** Suddenly, Kale looked up. The flames that had been burning blue inside the lantern flickered momentarily. "One of the lost souls has been taken out." It was the reaction he had been waiting for. Olt, tense, asked, "Where?" "Over there." After confirming the direction, Kale ordered all the ghostly soldiers to converge there. ''Go, my minions!'' After sending the lost souls ahead, the two also began to run. Soon, they arrived at the scene where the ghost soldiers had gathered en masse. It was a small clearing between the slum buildings. Upon arrival, they saw that a battle had already broken out. "Hah!" With a short shout, a man with black hair thrust his sword forward. A ghost soldier charging at him was dispersed with a single strike, letting out a ghastly wail. "Kyaaaah!" As the spirit dissipated, more rushed in, swinging their swords. Just as a translucent spiritual blade was about to strike the man, a red-haired woman quickly intercepted. "Hmph!" With a snort, her longsword carved an elegant arc, shattering the ghost''s blade as it passed through. Each time, the ghosts let out eerie wails. "Aaaargh!" Despite facing the ghost soldiers swarming from all directions, the two remained remarkably calm. They showed no signs of being overwhelmed, efficiently cutting down the ghost soldiers with every move. The reason this was possible was due to the intense aura of darkness emanating from their longswords. Observing the situation, Kale wore a peculiar expression. "Are they the necromancers from Prince Lloyd''s side?" Olt had a similar reaction. "Something seems... off." At first glance, they appeared to be ordinary swordsmen. But who ever said that necromancers must wear black robes? You can''t judge them by their attire alone. Of course, Kale and Olt were dressed in black robes, but that was because their profession required them to carry numerous necromantic catalysts, making robes the most convenient. The reason for the black color was simply to match the dark and death aura. The fact that their swordsmanship was exceptionally skilled was also within the realm of understanding. Some necromancers are martial artists who enhance themselves for close combat. "They seem to be using the power of darkness, so they might be necromancers, but..." However, there was one thing that bothered Kale greatly. He tilted his head in confusion. "What on earth is that?" In the other hand of the man cutting down the ghosts, there was a mop. "And what''s that?" The woman was no different. She was elegantly wielding her sword with one hand, while holding a frying pan in the other. Olt blinked. "...Is that some kind of necromancy?" "Well, I''m not sure." If it were necromancy, shouldn''t there be some sort of evil energy or aura of malice emanating from it? S§×ar?h the N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. But no matter how they looked at it, it was just a mop and a frying pan. Moreover, they weren''t even using them as weapons. They were just holding them. This even put them at a disadvantage by leaving one hand unusable. ''Why on earth?'' ''I really don''t get it.'' Meanwhile, the ghost soldiers continued to fall. The two snapped out of their daze. This wasn''t a situation where they could just stand around and watch. "Let''s take care of them first!" They were already applying pressure using a large number of ghost soldiers, so there was no need to summon additional familiars. Kale spread his arms wide and drew upon his necromantic power. "Awaken, O dead, and extend the hand of chaos!" Blood-red darkness rippled outwards from Kale, and at the same time, eerie hands began to rise from the ground. This was the necromantic barrier, ''Sinking Swamp of the Dead,'' which summoned countless hands from the depths of hell. ''Huh?'' The previously relaxed Baros suddenly stiffened. ''If he''s using something like this, he''s really at a high level.'' This was on a different level compared to the cultists they had encountered before. ''Well, if he''s close to a member of the royal family, he must be pretty high-ranking within their cult.'' Still, there was no need to be overly tense. This was a technique he was quite familiar with. ''It''s been a while since I''ve had to step up.'' First, he took a deep breath. "Hoooo..." With a strange shout, Baros''s movements suddenly changed. "Hup! Ho! Hoy!" Where he had been wielding his sword with steady, deliberate motions, he now began to move lightly, almost as if dancing. Kale and Olt''s expressions twisted in confusion. ''What the...?'' It was as if he were mimicking a graceful dancer. This burly man was prancing lightly between the hands of the dead, and it was truly an unbearable sight. Yet, it was effective. He deftly maneuvered between the hands of the dead, cutting down the ghost soldiers as he went. "Kyaaaah!" With the ear-splitting wails filling the air, Kale''s expression grew even more strained. ''My God, was the Sinking Swamp of the Dead really this easy to overcome?'' The same went for Serati, the red-haired woman; the necromantic barrier wasn''t affecting her either. "Hup!" With a loud shout, she stomped on the ground. Each time she did, the hands of the dead shattered and scattered. Unlike Baros, who dodged gracefully(?), she simply crushed the hands underfoot. Thud! Thud! Thud! Olt clicked his tongue. "It''s like they''ve switched roles..." The sight was absurd: the man who looked like he could wrestle a bear with his bare hands was dodging desperately, afraid of getting hurt, while the delicate beauty, who looked like she might fall over with a light tap, was pounding the hands of the dead like she was playing whack-a-mole. Even so, the necromantic barrier''s vast range meant that they were gradually being pushed back. As they continued to retreat, Baros and Serati eventually found themselves back-to-back. ''Phew...'' ''Finally, we''ve got them cornered, right?'' Just as Kale and Olt were about to feel relieved, Baros and Serati suddenly moved in unison. With a loud shout, they threw the mop and frying pan high into the air! "Hup!" "Hah!" And then they immediately drove their longswords into the ground. Darkness surged up like a geyser, spreading out in a massive wave in all directions. Fwoooosh! The blood-red swamp was completely washed away by the overwhelming wave of darkness. Now free from danger, Baros and Serati reached up, catching the mop and frying pan as they naturally returned to their hands. Twirling the mop, Baros taunted them. "You won''t be able to do anything to us with a trick like that." Kale''s expression grew even more rigid. The spell he had been so confident in was shattered far too easily. What was especially troubling was that he had no idea what they had done. ''I can''t even begin to guess what technique that was!'' Even with all his knowledge of necromancy, he couldn''t figure out how the mop and frying pan were connected to necromancy. Seeing Kale''s confusion, Olt stepped forward. Throwing off his robe, he drew upon his necromantic power. "I''ll handle this!" Olt''s size increased by more than three times, with horns and tentacles sprouting from his limbs. "Power of hell, bestow upon my body the power of chaos!" A monstrous roar erupted from his demonic form. "Raaaargh!" [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 72 - 71: Battle in the Dead of Night (3) Chapter 72: Chapter 71: Battle in the Dead of Night (3) Baros clicked his tongue as he looked at Olt, who had taken on the form of a demon. ''That''s quite a tricky one. This guy''s on a high level too.'' Demonification is a technique that most necromancers can perform. The transformation into a demon itself is relatively easy; the difficult part is reverting back to human form. This is why demonification is often regarded as equivalent to suicide. Most necromancers who transform into demons lose their sanity and eventually go on a rampage. However, what Olt had cast was the highest level of demonification spell, Demonic Metamorphosis. It is a high-level spell that allows the caster to maintain their sanity while only summoning the power of a demon. "Graaaaah!" With a roar, Olt charged at Baros. No matter how much experience and knowledge Baros had, he was still constrained by the limits of a human, making Olt a formidable opponent. He quickly signaled to Serati with his eyes. [Take care of him!] [Yes!] She swiftly positioned herself between them. The magical communication made it much easier to coordinate their movements in battle. "Your opponent is me!" A blade infused with darkness slashed in front of Olt''s eyes. He quickly tilted his head to dodge it, then sneered. "Do you think you can face me with just that level of physical enhancement?" His confidence was well-founded. After all, Karnak had once said, "There''s no way a normal-looking necromancer could be strong, right?" The more a necromancer strengthens their body using necromantic power, the more they lose their human appearance. "I''ll show you the true power of darkness!" Olt sharpened his claws like blades and began to attack with the force of a storm. "Kahahaha!" To his surprise, however, Serati was holding her own quite well. "This much is nothing!" She deflected his minor attacks and parried the powerful ones. As she continuously moved around Olt, delivering her strikes, the battle was evenly matched. Olt couldn''t understand what was happening. "Why¡ªwhy are you so strong?" Serati still appeared to be a beautiful woman on the outside. This meant that her physical enhancement was minimal at best. ''But how can she display such monstrous strength?'' She chuckled to herself. "That''s because I''m not using necromantic power to enhance my body." To disguise herself as a necromancer, Serati deliberately refrained from revealing her aura. She was only circulating it within her body to enhance her physical abilities, meaning she wasn''t even using a fraction of her true power. Yet even this was far more efficient than enhancing her body with necromantic power. As they exchanged blows, the battle between Serati and the demon grew more intense. The sound of their clash echoed in all directions. Boom! Boom! Boom! Frustrated, Olt once again drew upon his necromantic power. "You insolent bitch! I''ll obliterate you with a single strike!" The power of darkness he summoned shot out like lightning from the demon''s mouth. Serati''s expression hardened slightly. ''I can''t dodge this.'' She could block it if she revealed her aura, but that would expose her true identity. So, she decided to use her secret weapon instead! "Hmph!" With a scoff, Serati raised a frying pan over her head. Then, with a loud shout, she swung it down hard and thrust her sword forward. In an instant, a dark red aura erupted from the blade and collided with Olt''s attack. BOOM! The entire street shook as Olt''s attack was completely nullified. His bewildered gaze naturally turned to Serati''s left hand. ''So, what exactly is she doing with that thing?!'' *** Baros continued to face off against Kale, and the scene was the complete opposite of what was happening with Serati. Kale was the epitome of a traditional necromancer. From a distance, he protected himself with evil spirits while using the Lantern of the Lost Souls to summon ghost soldiers. He planned to eliminate his enemies from a safe location. The sheer number of ghost soldiers kept pushing Baros back continuously. It was a situation where he seemed like a lone leaf caught in a raging storm. However, it didn''t mean he was at a disadvantage. ''No matter how strong the storm is, it can''t tear apart a leaf.'' He was constantly being pushed back and deflected, only to move back in a graceful flow, using all his energy to escape into his and his enemy''s blind spots. If anyone dedicated to the martial arts had witnessed this scene, they would have marveled at the height of his skill. Of course, for Kale, who had no interest in martial arts, it was nothing but a frustrating sight. "You little rat, all you do is scurry around!" "And the fact that you can''t catch this rat is more of a problem, isn''t it?" Baros responded with a taunt as he examined the surrounding ghost soldiers. Even though he said that, he had no intention of just running away forever. ''I need to conserve my strength whenever I can.'' Taking advantage of an opportunity, Baros swung his broom widely and then slashed down with his sword. Darkness erupted from the blade, engulfing the ghost soldiers. The evil spirits, now wrapped in a dark shroud, began to scream in agony. "Graaaah!" "Kyaaah!" The ghosts melted away rapidly as if they had been doused with acid. Kale gritted his teeth. "Damn it! That again?" It had been like this the whole time. Whenever Kale pushed forward with his ghost soldiers, Baros would unleash that mysterious necromancy to escape danger. And then it was back to running, running, and more running. Despite his efforts to analyze the opponent''s spell, Kale couldn''t make any progress. ''I just can''t figure it out!'' No matter how much he looked, it was just an ordinary broom. There was no aura of malice or evil energy. He couldn''t sense any power of darkness from it at all. Because of that, he couldn''t predict its movements or grasp the flow of power. But one thing was certain¡ªBaros was definitely doing something. ''What on earth is that spell!?'' *** On the rooftop of a shabby building in the slums, a block away from the clearing. "He can''t figure it out, can he?" Watching the situation through a distant-view spell, Karnak smiled faintly. "Of course he can''t, and that''s how it should be." S~ea??h the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. There are two kinds of good lies. One is a realistic lie, one that''s plausible enough for people to believe it might be possible. The other is so absurd that people think, "There''s no way they would go that far," making it a shameless lie. This lie was the latter. Can''t figure it out no matter how much he looks? Can''t even read any signs? Of course not. Because there was truly nothing there. It was really just an ordinary broom and frying pan. ''And that''s the beauty of it.'' Throughout the battle, Karnak had been hiding himself while secretly assisting Baros and Serati with necromancy. But since the enemy was also a necromancer, they might be deceived for a moment, but they would eventually notice the situation through the flow of malevolent and necromantic power. So, he had to divert their attention. Misdirection is an essential skill for any necromancer. The broom and frying pan were excellent tools for drawing attention. They were suspicious, but their true nature was impossible to discern, which only made them even more captivating to look at. ''If only I could keep running into naive people like this, life would be so easy,'' Karnak thought with a satisfied smile as he observed the situation. However, he knew this wouldn''t work forever. ''They should be catching on soon,'' he mused. *** The first to notice something was Kale. "I''ve got it!" he exclaimed. Unlike Olt, who was locked in close combat with Serati, Kale was fighting from a distance. This allowed him to have a broader view of the situation and to analyze it more quickly. "Don''t be fooled, Olt! It''s nothing!" Olt, who had just dodged one of Serati''s strikes, raised an eyebrow. "Nothing?" For a moment, he didn''t understand. Serati seemed like she was trying to do something with that frying pan again. "Yes, it''s just a trick to distract us!" Olt, being a necromancer himself, understood the importance of misdirection. He quickly realized what was going on. "So that''s it! Clever bastards!" These two were just pawns. There must be a real necromancer somewhere pulling the strings. ''No wonder we couldn''t figure out their techniques from the start!'' Olt began to widen the distance and scanned the surroundings. Kale, too, focused his attention on the power of darkness around the clearing, rather than on Baros. Baros and Serati, sensing the change in their opponents'' demeanor, exchanged messages. [Uh-oh, did they figure it out?] [We need to act quickly.] Baros lifted his broom high into the air, then swung it in a wide, elaborate arc, tracing an infinite loop before stepping forward and thrusting it straight toward the sky. "Hup!" Serati, too, twirled the handle of her frying pan with a flourish and swung it dramatically. "Take that!" The movements appeared grand and impressive at first glance. But Kale and Olt were no longer fooled. "We''ve already figured it out!" "You think we''d fall for that now?" They completely ignored the broom and frying pan, focusing solely on the flow of dark energy around them. And in doing so, they could clearly sense it. The real necromantic power, sneaking in like a thief from the other side of the clearing! "Tesranak!" Shouting the name of their dark god, the two unleashed a massive wave of darkness. A deafening explosion echoed as the necromantic barrier that was about to be activated was shattered. BOOM! "Hah! How do you like that!" But neither Kale nor Olt realized that this was exactly what Karnak had planned all along. "Excited because you figured it out, huh? Now that''s all you can focus on, right?" Standing at a distance, Karnak chuckled quietly to himself. Ignoring a swinging broom like that? "Really? Do you think an ordinary broom doesn''t hurt if it hits you?" Baros slipped behind Kale with the broom in hand. But Kale didn''t notice, his mind still entirely focused on Karnak''s necromancy. Seizing the moment, Baros brought the broomstick crashing down on the back of Kale''s head. Smack! You don''t need immense power to knock someone out. You just need to strike from outside their awareness, where they least expect it. With that single blow, Kale''s entire body crumpled like a puppet with its strings cut. "Ughhh..." Olt met a similar fate. Serati, having rapidly closed the distance, swung her frying pan expertly at his skull. Of course, Olt, being in his demonified state, had significantly enhanced defense. A simple metal object wouldn''t be enough to knock him out. So, she coated the pan with a dazzling, red aura! Clang~! A clear, resonant sound rang out through the night sky, as beautiful as it was lethal. *** "It''s over," Karnak said as he glanced back. "I''m stepping out for a moment, Your Highness." "Are you going to interrogate them? In that case, I will accompany you," replied Lloyd, ready to follow him. But Karnak stopped him. "It would be better if you stayed here, Your Highness. Another necromancer could be lurking around, waiting for an opportunity to target you." The real reason was that Karnak couldn''t let the prince witness the interrogation, but it wasn''t a complete lie. Situations like that were actually quite common. The prince accepted this explanation without question. "That makes sense. I''ll stay hidden, then." Karnak left the building and leisurely made his way to the clearing. There, he saw Kale and Olt tightly bound by dark energy. Both of them had been beaten so severely that they were still dazed, unable to fully regain their senses. "Shall I wake them, young master?" Baros asked. "Yes." Baros slapped Kale and Olt across the face several times. The two necromancers soon regained consciousness and, after glancing around in confusion, locked their eyes on Karnak, their faces contorting with fear. ''It''s him!'' ''He''s the real necromancer!'' Even just standing there, Karnak exuded a palpable aura of malevolence. For the two necromancers, it was a chilling, bone-deep terror. Kale and Olt exchanged glances. ''Damn it...'' ''In that case!'' They couldn''t allow themselves to be captured. They would rather die than bring disgrace to their cult. With grim resolve, they both glared fiercely. "Tesranak, our lord!" "We return to your embrace!" In an instant, both men spewed blood and collapsed to the ground. It was a suicide spell unique to the Dark God''s cult, a heart explosion. No one was particularly shocked by this. They were more exasperated than anything. "Are they out of their minds? They''re necromancers themselves, and they chose to commit suicide just to keep their secrets?" Karnak clicked his tongue and raised his right hand. From the ground, dark hands emerged and soon revealed the souls of the two men, floating in midair. The pitch-black hands grabbed each soul by the cheek and began to drag them forward. "Argh!" "Ugh!" Karnak grinned as he threw the two souls to the ground. "Now then, we have a lot to talk about, don''t we?" Terror slowly crept into the eyes of the two souls as they realized their situation. [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 73 - 72: Magic of Necromancer (1) Chapter 73: Chapter 72: Magic of Necromancer (1) The souls of Kale and Olt, who had been captured, were completely absorbed into the darkness. Watching Karnak harvest the two souls, Baros asked, "What should we do with these corpses, young master?" Even though the souls had been extracted, the necromantic power still lingered in the bodies. "Shall we drain the necromantic power and burn them as usual?" "That''s the simplest approach, but..." After a moment of contemplation, Karnak made a decision. "Let''s take them with us." For a necromancer, corpses have many uses, especially those filled with an aura of malevolence. "Because there''s still one enemy left," he added. According to Prince Lloyd, there were three cultists on Alford''s side: two men in their forties and one in his mid-fifties. However, the man in his fifties was nowhere to be seen. "I thought for sure he''d be lurking nearby, using these two as bait while observing the situation..." Glancing around cautiously, Serati replied, "Maybe he missed his chance to intervene?" The battle was already over. Any surprise attack now would be meaningless. In this situation, it would be much more effective to wait until the enemy had completely let their guard down before striking. "If I were in his position, that''s what I would do," Karnak said, nodding toward the other side of the open space. "Let''s move. We need to prepare for the interrogation and greet our guest properly." At his command, Baros and Serati each hoisted a corpse onto their shoulders. They also took the Lantern of the Lost Souls with them. Looking down at the lantern, Baros chuckled. "This will make the perfect piece of evidence to present to the King''s Order." *** On the rooftop of a building overlooking the open space: "Damn it..." Detzras crouched in the darkness with a troubled expression on his face. "I never expected both of them to fall so quickly." He had been waiting for the right moment to counterattack, thinking that finally, the opportunity had come. But before he could act, the situation had already ended with a few swift blows. There was no time to do anything. Of course, he had plenty of chances to intervene earlier, but he had only watched. The reason was simple. He, too, had been distracted by the broom and frying pan. ''Tsk, no matter how skilled a necromancer, to resort to such lowly tricks...'' In the distance, he could see Karnak''s group collecting his fallen comrades'' bodies and leaving the open lot. Detzras fell into deep thought. ''What should I do now?'' If the enemy were weak, there would be no need to hesitate. He could just attack and finish them off now. If the enemy were strong, the decision would be just as simple¡ªflee without a second thought. No matter how strict the order of the cult, survival comes first, doesn''t it? ''But I can''t tell if that guy is weak or strong.'' He hadn''t shown much. He had subdued Kale and Olt through psychological tactics alone, leaving too little evidence to judge. ''In any case, I can''t just let him go.'' Detzras slowly slid into the darkness. *** Karnak and his group brought the corpses to an old hall in a building within the slums. It was another hideout, far from the place where Prince Lloyd was hiding. As they placed the corpses inside the hall, Baros asked, "Is it safe to leave the prince alone?" "We don''t have a choice. I can''t use necromancy in front of the prince." "But what if the remaining cultist targets the prince?" There was still one cultist left. Karnak responded calmly to Baros''s concern, "It''s fine. In fact, I left him alone on purpose for that very reason." In other words, Lloyd was a backup bait in case the plan didn''t go as intended. "Anyway, we need to focus on our task." As Karnak summoned the darkness, the souls of Kale and Olt reappeared. Looking at the two ghosts, who had taken on their full forms as they were in life, Serati muttered, "They look pretty healthy. Though I''m not sure if it makes sense to say a ghost looks healthy." "Well, it''s true that they''re in good condition." Since the souls were preserved immediately after their deaths, there was no chance for their memories to fade or deteriorate. As he slowly exuded an aura of malevolence, Karnak began to speak in a chilling voice, "Alright, first, recite your personal details." It was a rather vague command. But due to his mastery of necromancy, they responded immediately. "My name is Kale Bowsen, under the direct command of Bishop Detzras..." "I am Olt Gelperant, acting on the orders of Hudel..." Thanks to this, Karnak gained considerable insight into the Cult of the Dark God that had infiltrated the Kingdom of Yustil. The one in charge of the Kingdom of Yustil was Cardinal Hudel Grenthal, and those involved in this incident were his direct subordinates, including Bishop Detzras. Detzras held a high rank within the cult and was connected to the upper echelons. This also meant that his abilities as a necromancer were formidable... "So, he was also a mage?" Unlike Kale and Olt, who had started as mere peasants before becoming necromancers, Detzras had risen to a high position quickly, possibly because he was a mage from the beginning. "He uses both magic and necromancy. I''m curious about how that works." Karnak himself combined magic and necromancy using Chaos Power, so naturally, he was intrigued. "But for now, there''s a more pressing question I need answered." In most cases, the most important concerns would be what the enemy''s plot was and how strong their forces were. However, Karnak had a higher-priority issue. "Tell me," he demanded, his eyes gleaming as he infused the subdued souls with an aura of malevolence. "How did you manage to swap the souls of the two princes?" Soul Change Ring was a necromantic spell Karnak was well familiar with. He knew it so well that he could recite over twenty different methods to perform the ritual on the spot. But there was one thing he couldn''t understand. "How did you manage to curse Prince Lloyd, who was protected deep within the royal palace?" Gathering Lloyd and Alford in one place to swap their souls was easy. Karnak could do it right now if he wanted to. But extracting a soul from a distance, especially from someone protected by magic and divine power, was impossible even for Karnak in his prime as the Death King. "Technically, it''s possible. You could just shatter all the protective barriers and force the curse in." But that wasn''t the method the Cult of the Dark God used. They had succeeded in secretly and seamlessly swapping the souls of the two princes. This meant they had used necromancy that even the Death King did not know. "Hmm, now that I think about it, this feels oddly familiar. D¨¦j¨¤ vu, maybe?" Karnak remembered hearing something similar during his past battle with Bishop Shutraff. With a wry smile, Karnak urged them to continue. "Speak. What method did you use?" Kale responded in a dazed voice, "We placed a curse on the prince." "Yes, I know that. But what kind of curse allowed you to succeed from such a long distance?" Olt, with a vacant expression, added, "We did not place the curse from a distance. We had the prince sit within a designated barrier and then used a catalyst to cast the curse." "...You kidnapped Prince Lloyd? There was no mention of that," Karnak said, puzzled. Kale and Olt continued, "It wasn''t Prince Lloyd." "The target of our curse was Prince Alford." As it turned out, this was how it worked. The spell they cast was ''a curse to switch bodies between bloodlines''. They had placed this curse on Prince Alford. In other words, Alford played the role of the curse''s victim. And because of the nature of the curse, it required all sorts of complex barriers, catalysts, and rituals to be applied to the victim. In contrast, Prince Lloyd was the beneficiary of the curse. Since the curse was cast on him, the process required was relatively simpler compared to the victim. "Ah, so that''s how you matched the conditions?" Karnak clicked his tongue in realization. Lloyd, with his frail body that seemed ready to collapse at any moment and his constant envy of Prince Alford''s healthy physique, was an ideal candidate to benefit from the curse. "There was no need to kidnap the prince himself." "Just obtaining Prince Lloyd''s blood was enough." Baros raised a question, "But getting the prince''s blood wouldn''t have been easy, would it? You''d have to infiltrate the palace to do that." For an ordinary royal, his statement would be correct. "But Prince Lloyd''s situation was different." "He had such a weak body that even the slightest exertion would cause him to have nosebleeds. Because of this, bloodstained handkerchiefs and clothes were a daily occurrence." "It was so common that the palace didn''t pay much attention to managing it." Karnak frowned as he listened to the explanation. "That sounds plausible enough, but..." There was still something that didn''t add up. "Even if he''s the beneficiary, at the very least, the curse should reflect his will. But Prince Lloyd had no knowledge of this at all. How do you explain that?" Kale and Olt took turns answering. "We resolved it with Detzras'' magic." "He is someone who uses both magic and necromancy simultaneously." "He used a magic mirror to project Prince Lloyd and created a soul link state with the person under the curse." "And then the curse was placed on Prince Alford. A fake persona was created, making it seem like it was Prince Lloyd''s own will." Karnak blinked in surprise. "Magic?" When he thought about it, it made sense. What''s impossible with necromancy might be achievable with magic. Conversely, what magic cannot do, necromancy might. So, if necromancy and magic were used to complement each other to complete the curse... "Huh? That actually makes sense?" Upon hearing the explanation, Karnak realized that even he could use such a method. He could also wield both magic and necromancy simultaneously using Chaos Power, couldn''t he? He just hadn''t thought of it. "Indeed, when magic and necromancy coexist, you can pull off something as absurd as this." Now he understood why they had gone through the trouble of reflecting the prince''s image in a mirror to confirm the truth. "Since Prince Lloyd is the one at the core of the curse, it makes sense that he had to be the one to complete the ritual. Yes, it all makes sense now." Having resolved his curiosity, Karnak stroked his chin. The reason such a convoluted curse was possible wasn''t solely because of the fusion with magic. The more fundamental reason was that Lloyd had always envied Prince Alford''s body, even subconsciously. The curse was only possible because Lloyd harbored the unconscious desire to switch bodies, despite knowing as a prince he shouldn''t. The curse worked because the body swap would only benefit Lloyd. In fact, Karnak had discussed something similar with the prince. *** "If the culprit had been Prince Lloyd, it would have been easier to understand," Karnak had mused, to which Lloyd nodded seriously. "That''s true. To be honest, I don''t really feel like a victim in all of this." The prince continued, seemingly unable to comprehend the situation. "Alford takes over my body and seizes the throne? With that worn-out body? For what reason?" If Prince Alford had been far removed from the throne, with little to no chance of ascending, perhaps that would have made sense. Greed for power can often cloud rational judgment, and humans tend to value what they don''t have more than what they do. "If that''s really the case, Alford must be deeply regretting it by now..." Lloyd said, but quickly dismissed the idea. "There''s no way. If Alford had simply killed me, he could have had everything he wanted, without having to give up his naturally healthy body." *** ''Indeed, Prince Alford had no reason to swap bodies with Prince Lloyd.'' The gap between them was so vast that even reversing their positions didn''t make the curse work in Alford''s favor. ''And yet, he deliberately went through with it?'' Having solved his first curiosity, Karnak moved on to the second issue. "Speak." Karnak resumed his interrogation. "Then why did Prince Alford swap bodies with Prince Lloyd? What benefit did he stand to gain?" At that moment, the hall suddenly shook as one side collapsed with a thunderous roar. Boom! [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] sea??h th§× NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Chapter 74 - 73: Magic of Necromancer (2) Chapter 74: Chapter 73: Magic of Necromancer (2) A chilling aura of malevolence and cold air seeped through the collapsed wall. Through the breach, a man shrouded in dark currents emerged. Glaring inside, the necromancer, Detzras, wore a grim expression. "...How did they know?" On the other side of the hall, Baros, Serati, and Karnak stood calmly. Despite the enormous explosion, they didn''t have a scratch on them. They had clearly avoided it by anticipating the danger. It was impossible unless they had foreseen it in advance. Detzras couldn''t understand. "He was clearly using necromancy..." While employing necromancy, the caster''s ability to detect is greatly diminished. That''s why he had deliberately chosen to strike after the interrogation had begun, yet they noticed so easily? Karnak smiled faintly. "You timed it well." Indeed, during the interrogation, his detection abilities were significantly reduced. The problem was that even with these diminished detection abilities, they were still far superior to those of any other necromancer who had fully concentrated. After all, wasn''t he once the Death King? He could sense the gathering necromantic power on the other side of the hall as clearly as if he were seeing it with his own eyes, so it was nothing to prepare and dodge in advance. Of course, there was no need to tell him this. "I''ve always had a good sense for these things." Karnak brushed it off with a wave of his hand. Baros and Serati drew their swords and stepped forward. Suddenly, she glanced at the ruined hall with a regretful murmur. "It would have been better if this had happened after the interrogation was over." Karnak looked puzzled. "Why?" "What do you mean, why? We haven''t gotten all the information yet." "So, why is that a problem?" His gaze shifted toward the shattered debris. "You think a ghost would die from being crushed by something like that?" "...Oh, right." She had unconsciously been thinking about it as if it were a regular interrogation, but necromantic interrogations are different from normal ones. Even if interrupted, it doesn''t really matter. You just finish off the opponent and then leisurely continue the interrogation. "Besides, that guy probably knows more, doesn''t he?" Karnak squinted his eyes at Detzras. The tone in his voice implied that having more ghosts to interrogate was a good thing, not a bad one. Of course, this was the kind of confidence that could only come from someone who was sure they could turn their opponent into a ''ghost.'' "Heh, you insolent brat..." Anger flickered in Detzras'' eyes. "You''re a cheeky little punk, aren''t you!" But Karnak''s reaction was odd. "Little punk?" For a moment, his face looked puzzled, and then he suddenly burst out laughing. "Oh, right! Are we kids now?" "Of course! We''re fine young men." Even the burly swordsman next to him reacted similarly. "Ah, the hard work is finally paying off." "You said it, young master." Detzras was bewildered. He''d seen people brush off being called a brat before, but it was his first time seeing someone actually enjoy it. "...I really don''t understand these guys." At this point, he was more cautious. Growing serious, Detzras raised his hands. A vast amount of necromantic power began spreading in all directions. "Shadow of the bitter cold! Descend here and unleash the night of Acheron!" *** A white fog spread across the ground. In an instant, everything froze. Sharp ice jagged edges and icicles began to fill the entire field of vision. Amidst the biting northern wind, something rose with a ghastly noise. "Grrrr..." "Haaa..." Monstrous beasts with hideous forms, twisted with darkness, blood, and ice. They began to surround the group, exuding cold and malevolence from their entire beings. Looking around, Serati tensed up. ''This...'' What was once a simple slum now resembled an icy hell. She had seen a similar phenomenon before. ''It''s like that time.'' A powerful necromantic spell that could transform the very space around them. It was the same dark miracle she had once witnessed from the most powerful necromancer she''d ever encountered, Bishop Shutraff. Meanwhile, Karnak and Baros didn''t seem particularly surprised. "Well, of course, he''d be capable of this. He''s in a similar position as that Shut-whatever bishop, right?" "It does look a lot like that time." Karnak smiled as he surveyed the necromantic barrier that enveloped the area. Mana and necromantic power were intricately intertwined. Much like how Shutraff had fused divine power with necromantic power. "It''s just as obvious that you can''t do anything about it." Serati''s face hardened. "...Doesn''t that mean we''re in danger?" For her, that battle was still a terrifying memory that sometimes haunted her nightmares. In fact, the reason she got involved with Karnak in the first place was because of that battle with Shutraff. "Not really?" Karnak replied nonchalantly, snapping his fingers lightly. Snap! At that moment, the surrounding chill began to dissipate at an alarming speed. The ice vanished, the monsters melted away, and the warped space that had enveloped them was restored as if time had reversed. Within seconds, the place where Detzras had been standing returned to the shattered hall. Detzras''s face turned pale with shock. "What in the...?" The necromantic barrier had dissipated on its own! "What is this? What the hell did you do?" Baros smirked. "He''s just another guy who likes watermelon rinds." ''Watermelon? Rinds?'' Detzras didn''t understand what he meant, but he knew he was being insulted. However, he quickly calmed himself down. Unlike Shutraff, Detzras had been wary of Karnak from the beginning. "As I thought, you''re no ordinary opponent. But!" He drew upon his necromantic power once again, focusing intensely. "The power bestowed upon me by Tesranak is far from exhausted!" Another powerful necromantic barrier unfurled. This time, the space was filled with grotesque chunks of flesh and writhing tentacles. Of course, the result was the same. Snap! "D-damn it! I still have spells left..." Snap! "It''s not over yet! This time for sure..." Snap! Every necromantic barrier he tried to summon crumbled immediately. The barriers collapsed so quickly that it almost seemed staged. Detzras ground his teeth in frustration. "What is this? Why are all my necromantic barriers shattering just because you snap your fingers?" In truth, the finger-snapping was just a distraction; the real trick was overlaying a beginner''s barrier through his power. But there was no need to reveal that. Karnak looked at Detzras with a smug expression. "So, are you out of tricks?" Detzras, tense, began to think. It seemed this guy had some special technique for deconstructing necromantic barriers. If that was the case, there was no need to panic. ''I''ll just attack in a different way.'' He abandoned the barrier technique and delved into the realm of necromancy. Pouring all his necromantic power into the spell, he cast the wandering evil spirits into the shadow of his perception. "Wandering evil spirits that roam the darkness, follow your master!" With a thunderous noise, the ground cracked open, and black evil spirits began to spring up everywhere. He had switched to a simple but undeniably powerful necromantic spell. Uwoooo! With a ghastly wail, the ghosts started floating in the air. Baros watched and nodded. "When nothing else works, they revert to the same old tricks." The problem was that this was something even Karnak couldn''t counter. "So, should we start running now?" Baros shrugged as he raised his sword, implying that since the situation was the same as before, they should respond the same way. Karnak''s eyes narrowed. "Why?" "What do you mean, why? You said it''s just like last time." "It''s not exactly the same." Suddenly, dozens of magic projectiles materialized behind Karnak. The blazing projectiles hovered in the air for a moment before being launched at the evil spirits. Boom! Boom! Boom! With a series of explosions, the spirits were all pushed back. It was a 6th-circle destructive spell, Scorching Magic Bullets. A sly grin spread across Karnak''s face. "We''re not the same as we were back then, are we?" *** When Karnak fought Bishop Shutraff, he was merely a 4th-circle mage, with his necromantic power extremely weak. But now? "Scorching Magic Bullets!" Dozens of magic projectiles struck the advancing evil spirits directly, causing them to explode one by one. Now, Karnak was a 6th-circle mage, a fully-fledged high-level mage. The power of the spells he could use now was vastly superior to what he had at the 4th circle. And it wasn''t just his magic that had changed. "Come forth, Nemesis Ghosts. By your master''s command, annihilate those enemies." With a low incantation, white ghosts began to materialize around Karnak. They were undead spirits of the same rank as the evil spirits summoned by Detzras. The black evil spirits and the white spirits clashed and tangled in the air. Keaaaah! Graaaah! Shockwaves erupted, and wailing cries filled the air. The two forces were evenly matched, and Karnak wasn''t pushed back at all, even against Detzras''s overwhelming dark evil spirits. "My necromantic power has increased significantly since then as well." Karnak had been pushing himself hard to increase his necromantic power, which had grown almost twenty-fold in numerical terms. "Now, I''m just about at the level of someone who casually stumbled upon the Darkness of Doom!" Of course, he was still below Detzras. In fact, he was probably much weaker than Kale or Olt, who he had just captured. But even at this level, his necromancy was far more potent than most. After all, his understanding, manipulation, and efficiency were leagues ahead. "Moreover, unlike back then, I have an additional ally." Karnak glanced to his side. A red-haired beauty was protecting him, fiercely fending off the approaching evil spirits. "Haa!" Although Karnak had infused her sword with necromantic power, which allowed it to cut through the spirits, the damage wasn''t severe enough to stop them from reforming. "Serati." "Yes?" "No need to hold back your strength anymore. Our friend here has already made his move, hasn''t he?" She had been holding back only to keep Detzras from becoming too wary. "Yes!" As if she had been waiting for this moment, Serati unleashed her power. With a loud roar, her red aura sword sliced through the darkness. Vwoooom! "Oh, an aura user?" Detzras gasped in shock, his voice filled with disbelief. "Why would an aura user be working under a necromancer?" The situation was so absurd that, for a moment, his mind reverted to the perspective of a rational mage rather than a wicked necromancer. "And who are you to talk, considering you were a mage before becoming a necromancer?" Serati snickered and began to fully unleash her strength. "Haaah!" Once she started using her aura in earnest, her combat prowess was indeed terrifying. Each time her aura sword passed by, the evil spirits were shattered and scattered. Earlier, even if they were slashed, they would quickly recover, but not anymore. Now, just brushing against them with her sword spread a red wave that incinerated all the darkness within the evil spirits. Keaaaah! Graah! Aaaah! Karnak wasn''t idle either. Sear?h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Cry out, Roar of Thunder." Whips of lightning lashed out in every direction. "Strike down, Blow of Dominion." The Scorching Magic Bullets relentlessly pierced through and shattered the evil spirits. The broken evil spirits were then reassembled by Karnak''s necromancy... "Rise, my servants. Obey the command of your new master!" Now turned into dark familiars, they howled and attacked the remaining spirits. Keeaaah! Both Serati and Karnak were handling Detzras''s necromancy without difficulty. Compared to when they faced Shutraff, they had all made tremendous progress. Ah, except for Baros. "Ha! Chaah! Taah! Hiyaah!" Watching the hulking knight flail his sword around energetically, Karnak let out a sigh. "There are some things that haven''t changed at all since then." Back then, and even now, Baros was just Baros. He was still just an ordinary swordsman with an abundance of experience. He hadn''t improved, but he hadn''t gotten worse either. "When are you finally going to awaken your aura?" "Do you think I haven''t tried? It''s not like I don''t want to learn it; it just doesn''t work, no matter how hard I try." Well, Baros was a capable fighter back then, too. Naturally, he was doing fine now as well. As time passed, Detzras''s forces were increasingly being pushed back. "Damn it..." Groaning, Detzras glared at Karnak. ''Just who the hell is this guy?'' [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 75 - 74: Magic of Necromancer (3) Chapter 75: Chapter 74: Magic of Necromancer (3) That young man, Karnak''s necromancy is truly astounding. With such meager necromantic power that it could be considered insignificant, he continuously casts powerful spells that rival Detzras. However, the reason Detzras was shocked wasn''t just because of that. ''...I can understand that.'' He was originally a mage. In fact, it had only been a few years since he began studying necromancy. Moreover, he was quite timid. Even after becoming a powerful necromancer, he would often send his subordinates as bait first, simply because he didn''t know the strength of his opponent. Therefore, Detzras assessed himself rather coldly. There was no doubt that he had become stronger after learning necromancy and acquiring vast necromantic power. However, the level of a necromancer he had reached was not particularly high. So, if a ''traditional necromancer'' were to display skills far superior to his, it wouldn''t be something he couldn''t understand. ''But this, I cannot comprehend!'' The man was undoubtedly a traditional necromancer. There was no doubt about it, considering how efficiently and powerfully he used necromancy. But to use a 6th Circle spell? ''How can someone use both necromancy and magic?'' Even Detzras, who used both magic and necromancy, found it astonishing, but this was actually a groundbreaking event that could shake the very foundation of the Dark God''s cult. ''Wasn''t that only possible with the blessing of Tesranak?'' The ability to wield both magic and necromancy carries a significance far beyond simply becoming stronger. Aura, divine power, mana, and necromancy do not mix. This is the natural law of the world established by the Seven Goddesses. But to break that divine law? This would be clear proof that Tesranak is indeed the true god of death and a transcendent being. That''s why so many had entrusted themselves to the Dark God''s cult. It wasn''t merely because they gained more power or acquired new abilities. The fact itself validated the truth of the doctrine, leading people to truly believe that a new world was dawning and to follow the teachings of the religious order. ''But for someone unrelated to the cult to wield both magic and necromancy...'' It shakes the very foundation of Tesranak''s teachings. If that were to be acknowledged, the Dark God''s cult would be shaken to its roots. ''That can''t be.'' Therefore, there was only one conclusion to draw. ''It''s nothing but a trick.'' One of the two¡ªeither the magic or the necromancy¡ªhad to be fake. It had to be. "Hmph, I almost got deceived." Calmly, Detzras raised both hands. Unlike that fake, he was truly blessed by Tesranak. He was someone who could truly wield both magic and necromancy, breaking the divine law using powers permitted by the god of death. "Do you think I would fall for that, foolish unbeliever?" Mana and necromantic power rose simultaneously from his hands. "I''ll show you the true teachings of the god!" *** Baros continued to cut down the evil spirits. "Huh-up! Tah-at! Tah-aaat!" Even though each evil spirit was as formidable as a first-class adventurer, he didn''t falter at all. He pierced the gaps precisely, retreated accurately, and struck only as much as necessary without any excess movements. It was an extreme performance that could only be achieved through physical prowess alone. Serati, who was watching, looked on with admiration. "Oh, I want to move like that..." Baros grumbled as he glared at her. "That''s my line, you know?" Serati was also dealing with evil spirits, but her method was vastly different from Baros''s. If they approach, she stabs. Or she slashes. Or she smashes. That''s it! There was no need for any elaborate technique or skill. As an aura user, her basic physical abilities were so overwhelmingly superior that the evil spirits couldn''t do anything against her. Moreover, the red aura on her sword was so destructive that just brushing against the evil spirits caused them to burst. Boom! Boom! Kwoooom! "Oh, this is so frustrating, I really need to master aura quickly," he muttered. It was a matter of compatibility. If it were a single, powerful enemy, Baros would have the upper hand. However, when faced with a large number of weaker enemies, there was no way he could match Serati, an aura user. Thanks to this, the number of Detzras'' evil spirit army was rapidly dwindling. Karnak, observing the situation, muttered to himself. "At this rate, we''ve drained a lot of his necromantic power..." It seemed like it was time to deal with the real body. Just as he was about to prepare the next spell, Detzras suddenly shouted something strange, his face twisting in anger. "You think you can deceive me, foolish unbeliever!" "Huh?" "I will show you the true teachings of the god!" "...What exactly am I deceiving you about?" Karnak didn''t quite understand what Detzras was saying, but he could sense something ominous in the air. Intense mana and necromantic power were simultaneously pouring out of Detzras'' body. ''I better prepare just in case.'' Karnak quickly cast a defensive barrier. Around ten shadowy figures began circling Karnak and his companions. It was a necromantic spell that used shadows to create a shield of darkness. At the same time, Detzras activated his magic. "Rise! Spirit of the earth!" Kuuuuuung! The earth and rocks began to gather and rise, eventually forming a two-meter-tall clay golem. Baros and Serati looked baffled. "Wait, that''s..." They had seen this magic just a short while ago. It was the same spell that Tarman, the mage from the King''s Order, had used when fighting the vampire. "A golem summoning spell?" Karnak also seemed puzzled. ''Why that spell, of all things?'' Golem summoning was certainly one of the most powerful 5th Circle spells. Its strength was nothing to scoff at. But for Karnak, it wasn''t a particularly difficult opponent. He had reached the 6th Circle in magic and was also proficient in strong necromantic arts. A single golem wasn''t something he couldn''t handle. ''Did he summon it to target Baros?'' As expected, Baros'' expression hardened as he stepped back. "That''s a bit too much for me." The clay golem was essentially a moving boulder. Its sheer toughness and strength meant there was no room for finesse in fighting it. On the other hand, Serati''s face brightened. "Shall I handle it?" A solid mass of stone? Then she would simply slice through it with her aura blade, just as one would cut through rock. It would be tough to break it with a single strike, but golems were slow-moving. She could leisurely chip away at its exterior like peeling an apple. "A golem? No big deal..." She readied her aura blade and was about to step forward when Detzras chanted another spell. "Your master commands you! Descend, Wailing Armor of Darkness!" Whooooosh! The air began to swirl as darkness condensed in the sky. Soon, a massive armor appeared, gripping a greatsword. It was a Death Armor, one of the highest-ranking undead among the self-moving Living Armors. Serati''s expression hardened. "Ugh, that''s going to be tricky..." Death Armor is a dark creature driven by the lingering will of a deceased warrior. While it might not have the sheer strength of a golem, it could wield a sword with precision. Moreover, since it had no physical body, it was much more confusing and difficult to deal with. Swordsmanship, after all, is designed to kill people, not to break armor. At that moment, Karnak muttered. "It''s okay, Serati." "Yes?" "I can handle the Death Armor." While the Death Armor was indeed a much stronger summon than a golem, it didn''t matter much to Karnak. He knew its weaknesses all too well. If he left the golem to Serati and took on the Death Armor himself, there wouldn''t be any major issues. "You''re right, I thought he was doing something grand because of the intense atmosphere, but it turns out it''s nothing special?" Just as Serati began to feel relieved, she noticed something odd. Karnak and Baros still had tense expressions. "Why are you both like that?" In response to her question, the two men spoke in low voices. "Something feels... off." "Strange, isn''t it, young master?" Indeed, as Serati pointed out, the atmosphere was definitely unsettling. There was a determined resolve on Detzras''s face when he cast that spell. "But..." Baros muttered, seemingly confused. "Why would he make that face for something like this?" *** Detzras was breathing heavily. "Huff, huff..." Golem summoning was the best spell he could cast. And the Death Armor was the strongest undead he could summon through necromancy. But even with these, he couldn''t defeat the unbelievers before him. They were that strong and proficient in necromancy. So now, he would use the final method given to him by the cult! "Guh, guh..." Mana and necromantic power swirled together throughout his entire body. If he lost control even a little, the vortex would shatter his soul into countless pieces. But he didn''t back down. He had to show those unbelievers the true glory of the god. That was the duty of one who served the truth. "Oh great Tesranak..." Ignoring the risk to his life, Detzras brought his hands together in front of him. "Grant your blessing to your faithful servant!" Mana began to glow from the entire body of the golem. Darkness spread thickly from the Death Armor. ''What now?'' Karnak frowned as he watched cautiously. The two-meter-tall stone giant suddenly spread its arms wide toward the sky. Simultaneously, the Death Armor shattered into pieces in midair. The scattered pieces of the dark armor flew toward the golem and began attaching themselves to its various parts! Clang! Clang! Clang clang! With loud metallic sounds, the two-meter-tall stone giant donned the heavy Death Armor. The darkness from the living armor seeped into the golem, strengthening its entire body as it grew even larger. What now stood there was no longer a golem, nor was it a Death Armor. It was a new entity born from the fusion of magic and necromancy¡ªthe Golem Knight. Raising its jet-black sword, the Golem Knight let out a thunderous roar. Roooaaar! A massive shockwave of malevolent energy and mana radiated outward, shaking Karnak''s defensive barrier. "Ugh!" "What is that?" Baros and Serati turned to Karnak in alarm. "Hahaha!" Detzras laughed maniacally, as if elated. "Behold! This is the true might of the god!" *** Baros stared at the massive 2.3-meter-tall figure that filled his vision, his expression conflicted. ''He put Death Armor on a golem?'' But golems don''t really need armor, do they? A golem''s strength lies in its toughness and brute force. Adding armor to an already solid body would only make it heavier and slower, wouldn''t it? But this wasn''t just any armor; it was Death Armor, a armor that moved on its own. "What does that mean for it, young master?" "What does it mean, you ask..." A golem''s strengths are its immense defense and power, but it''s too slow and its movements are simple. Living Armor is known for its incredible speed, as it only has the armor to move. Moreover, it can use powerful swordsmanship depending on the spirit within the armor. However, its durability is inevitably lower. Which is more likely to get crushed: a solid stone or an empty can? ''But if the two were combined...'' A golem with immense defense and power moving swiftly like a Death Armor and wielding powerful swordsmanship? And it could even use the power of darkness? "Uh, that''s not going to be easy." S§×ar?h the n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Before Karnak could finish speaking, the Golem Knight began to move. Roooooar! With a terrifying speed, it trampled the ground and charged, swinging its jet-black sword! ''What the¡ª?'' ''It''s fast!'' Serati and Baros, startled, hurriedly moved to shield Karnak. Baros pushed Karnak to safety while Serati counterattacked with her aura blade. "Take this!" The power of darkness clashed with her red aura. The sound of the impact echoed as the shockwave sent her flying. "Ugh!" Barely managing to regain her balance, Serati landed on the ground, grimacing in pain. ''This thing is stronger than most high-ranking demons!'' Individually, they could have been dealt with, but when combined, they had become a monster even surpassing Maz-nun, whom Shutraff had summoned. "Scorching Magic Bullets!" Karnak''s magic projectiles flew toward the Golem Knight. But they had little effect. The Death Armor''s magic resistance was so high that even a 6th Circle spell was deflected. And trying to break through the Death Armor wasn''t an option either, as the mana and necromantic power were intertwined, preventing interference. Baros turned to Karnak with a tense expression. "What do we do now, young master?" At least with Maz-nun, they knew how to handle it. The problem was that it was just exceptionally strong. But this Golem Knight was a bizarre combination of magic and necromancy, making all conventional strategies useless. "Looks like the only option is to brute-force it." Karnak responded nonchalantly. "I didn''t expect this." "Again?" Baros''s face twisted in frustration. How many times is he going to say he didn''t expect something? But then something unusual happened. ''Huh?'' Karnak''s expression was different from usual. There were no signs of the typical reactions¡ªpanic or fear¡ªthat one might expect when faced with an unforeseen situation. ''What''s going on? Why is he so calm this time?'' [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 76 - 75: Magic of Necromancer (4) Chapter 76: Chapter 75: Magic of Necromancer (4) A heavy strike cleaved through the air. The sword of darkness extended, piercing both the floor and ceiling, slicing through the entire building. Before the overwhelming force, the two-story wooden structure crumbled like it was made of straw. Boom! Amidst the billowing smoke and collapsing debris, three shadows swiftly escaped. Serati, gripping her aura-infused sword, gritted her teeth. "Damn it!" She had struck the Golem Knight several times already, but the most she had accomplished was inflicting a few scratches. Its toughness was so extreme that even a direct hit barely damaged it, and it didn''t even take the blows head-on. The swordsmanship of the warrior residing within the Death Armor blocked or deflected all of her attacks. ''There''s no way out of this!'' It was overwhelmingly tougher and faster than her, and even more skilled in technique. Serati couldn''t find a single advantage in this fight. It felt like she was up against a far superior aura user. "Hahaha!" Detzras laughed triumphantly. "Have you witnessed the true power of the god?" Dodging the relentless assault of the Golem Knight, Serati ground her teeth. "What power of god? It''s just some high-level Purple aura user!" Honestly, while the Golem Knight was indeed strong, any knight commander from the various kingdoms could handle it. Claiming the power of god with something like this was embarrassing to witness. But Detzras remained confident. "Foolish and blind. You stand before the truth and still fail to recognize it?" In truth, any priest or mage would indeed be shocked. The combat power of the Golem Knight wasn''t the issue. The mere fact that magic and necromancy could be fused was an impossibility¡ªa wicked miracle that transcended the laws of the goddesses. It was worthy of being called the power of God. But Serati had no way of knowing that. "He''s just bragging about something only he understands, isn''t he?" Grumbling, she sent a magical message to Baros. [What do we do now?] [Well, I''m not sure?] Baros was on the opposite side, still looking for an opening. Anyway, his sword was useless against the Golem Knight. Even if the Golem Knight stood still and took hits, it would take dozens of minutes to cut off an arm. So he had been targeting Detzras from the beginning. It''s common sense to aim for the summoner when facing a summoned creature. The problem is that it''s also common sense for a summoner to protect themselves. ''I can''t find an opening.'' He had tried to approach Detzras several times, but it was in vain. Each time, the Golem Knight would unleash its dark greatsword, forcing Baros to retreat. This, in turn, would create an opening for Serati to strike, but... Clang! Even when Serati landed a perfect aura-infused strike in that brief opening, the Golem Knight''s body was so tough that it didn''t cause any significant damage. ''Damn it!'' ''What do we do now?'' They were truly stuck on all sides. Naturally, both of their gazes turned to the one person they could rely on¡ªthe once-great Death King, Karnak. [Young master?] [Lord Karnak?] Karnak had been watching the battle with no intention of fighting from the start. "Wow, so that works." "Wow, they can do that too." "Who designed this spell? Their understanding of magic must be incredibly deep." He muttered to himself continuously, watching with great interest, which was infuriating to those who were risking their lives in the fight. ''What is he doing?'' Irritated, Serati raised her voice. [If you have any trump card, could you use it before we die?] Just in case, Baros quickly chimed in. [If you''re counting on Plan P, forget it! That''s not something I can handle just because I take over Serati''s body!] Karnak smirked. "I''d like to observe a bit more, but I suppose I should take care of this first. I''ll ask about the rest later." Seeing Karnak remain so calm, Baros was puzzled. No matter how he looked at it, Karnak seemed to be confident in something, but Baros had no idea what that could be. Given the nature of the Golem Knight, it couldn''t be dealt with by skill alone. Powerful physical force, magic, or necromantic power was essential. Just as a warrior could be defeated with skill, but breaking their shield required sheer strength. Baros knew all too well that the current Karnak didn''t possess that kind of power. [What are you so confident about? You said you didn''t foresee this situation!] [Yeah, I didn''t foresee this.] Karnak raised his hands confidently. [But I had a feeling something like this might happen. I do learn, you know?] In other words, he had anticipated that something unexpected might occur. [So this time, I made sure to be well-prepared. No matter what happens, I''ll handle it.] [And what exactly is that?] Karnak lowered his raised hands. Darkness flowed from his fingertips, seeping into the ground. [These guys.] From the darkness flowing across the ground, the dead began to rise again, standing tall. A chilling voice seeped out from between dry, decayed throats. "My lord..." "Give us your command..." Karnak, smiling broadly, pointed with his finger. "My necromantic power might be insignificant." At the two corpses draped in pitch-black robes, emanating vast darkness in all directions. "But these two have plenty to spare, don''t they?" Detzras''s expression hardened. "...Kale? Olt?" That lunatic just raised his recently deceased subordinates as undead! *** The pale, lifeless eyes of the corpses glared out from their bluish skin. Darkness continuously flowed from the two bodies. It wasn''t particularly surprising. When a corpse is raised as a zombie, this sort of thing commonly happens. Given that the dead were necromancers steeped in evil energy, it was only natural that a lot would seep out. But what happened next was beyond Detzras''s comprehension. In Kale''s hand, there was suddenly a small lantern. It was the eerie artifact, the Lantern of the Lost Souls, which Karnak had prepared earlier. "Rise, cursed spirits of the fallen warriors..." As the blue lantern flame ignited, countless evil spirits began to surge from all directions. "Uuurgh..." "Aaaah..." Olt, too, transformed into a demonic form, his body swelling in size. It was his signature demonification spell. "Power of the abyss, bestow upon my body the power of chaos!" Detzras couldn''t believe his eyes. Both of them were precisely using their specialty techniques from when they were alive. ''Good grief!'' He was a high-ranking necromancer himself. He understood well how absurd this situation was. ''Using necromancy to control the necromantic power of a dead necromancer and make them use necromancy?'' Even saying it out loud was enough to make one bite their tongue. Is it even possible for a human to perform such a complex ritual? But it was happening right before his eyes. "Go, my minions..." The zombie Kale spoke in a sinister voice. "Strike down the enemies of your master at the command of darkness..." The evil spirits swarmed the Golem Knight. At the same time, the demonified Olt let out a roar and launched himself at the enemy. "Raaaargh!" Detzras quickly regained his composure and issued a new command. ''Defeat those ones as well!'' The Golem Knight swung its dark greatsword and moved its massive frame. Woaaah! The ghost soldiers shattered into pieces and scattered with each slash of the sword. The enormous demon was pushed back, repelled by the sheer force of the Golem. Boom! Boom! Boom! The relentless explosions echoed as black waves spread in all directions. Watching the Golem Knight grab the demon by the neck and slam it into the ground, Detzras sneered. "Hmph! Nothing has changed!" Even when those two were alive, they were weaker than him. So how could they be stronger after death? Karnak might have been pulling off some unbelievable feats, but it wasn''t anything overwhelmingly powerful. It was just an intriguing spectacle, nothing more. "They''re still no match for me!" Surprisingly, Karnak readily agreed. "Oh, of course. But..." Suddenly, a barrage of Scorching Magic Bullets struck the back of the Golem Knight''s head with immense force. Boom! Boom! Boom! Thanks to the timely intervention, the ghost soldiers regrouped. The demonified Olt also managed to get back on his feet. The attack had come at just the right moment. "Do you think they''re the only ones here?" Indeed. Just because those two joined the fight didn''t mean Karnak''s group would sit back and do nothing. Baros and Serati, who had caught their breath, leaped into action with renewed vigor. "Now things are!" "Starting to go our way!" With the two of them joining in, the battle quickly began to turn in their favor. Kale''s ghost soldiers, in particular, proved to be extremely effective. Karnak issued an order to Kale, who then relayed it to the Lantern of the Lost Souls. "My servant, target that man!" As Karnak intended, the ghost soldiers ignored the Golem Knight and instead flew towards Detzras from all directions. Of course, Detzras didn''t just stand by. "Damn! Protect your master!" He commanded the Golem Knight to sweep away the approaching ghost soldiers. The sword of darkness was so powerful that even a mere graze, or the shockwave it generated, sent dozens of wraiths flying. Boom! Boom! Boom! And with each attack, as before, the Golem Knight exposed a brief opening... "Hiyaah!" With a shout, Serati slashed at the Golem Knight''s armor with her aura-infused sword. Crackle! As expected, the armor only sustained minor cracks. She still didn''t have enough power to destroy the Death Armor in one blow. "But this time, it''s different." On top of that, Olt, in his demonified form, delivered a powerful strike with his claws! Boom! Repeated strikes finally began to break even Death Armor''s tough exterior. Detzras furrowed his brow. "Damn..." It seemed he couldn''t rely solely on the Golem Knight for defense. He quickly prepared another tactic. "Awaken, O dead ones, and stretch forth your hands of chaos!" He unleashed the Necromantic Barrier, the Sinking Swamp of the Dead. Immediately, a blood-red darkness spread, and countless hands of the damned emerged. But why hadn''t he used the necromantic barrier until now? Snap! As soon as Karnak snapped his fingers, the emerging hands were sucked back into the ground. ''Damn it! He has this kind of ability.'' That''s why he hadn''t used the necromantic barrier until now, but in his urgency, he had momentarily forgotten. Regretting his mistake, Detzras refocused his attention on the Golem Knight. ''This spell is all I can rely on.'' Meanwhile, the Golem Knight''s armor continued to break. Earlier, it was only Serati, but now Olt, in his demonified form, had joined the fray. With the two of them attacking together, their combined power was effectively doubled. Moreover, they had far more opportunities to strike than before. "Oh, they''re doing well over there. In that case, I''ll..." Baros cautiously circled around Detzras, constantly watching for an opportunity. He deftly weaved in and out among Kale''s ghost soldiers, executing hit-and-run attacks. Each time, the self-preserving Detzras would command the Golem Knight to protect him. "Protect me!" Then, the focus would shift back to Serati and Olt. "It''s our chance! Attack the Golem!" But Detzras had no choice but to order the Golem Knight to defend again... "Take them out first!" And then, once more, they would slyly target Detzras. "It''s our chance! Attack him!" "Protect me!" "It''s our chance! Attack the Golem!" "Argh! You damned bastards!" This was, without a doubt, the pinnacle of a rotation strategy that had nothing to do with chivalry. Serati clicked her tongue. ''Ugh, anyone watching would think we''re the villains here.'' Come to think of it, she wasn''t wrong. They were using necromancy, controlling corpses and evil spirits, and ganging up on a single opponent. If that wasn''t villainous, what was? "Damn it!" Detzras gritted his teeth and continued to draw on his mana and necromantic power. "Like this!" Ignoring the searing pain in his brain, he infused more mana and necromantic power into the Golem Knight. "Do you think the power granted by Tesranak will be broken?" Thanks to his near-desperate efforts, the Golem Knight, though battered and torn, was still standing strong. Karnak clicked his tongue. "Wow, that thing is really tough." Baros quickly sent a message. [What do we do? We''re still lacking in destructive power.] S§×arch* The N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. [If we''re short on destructive power...] Karnak smiled broadly. There was a method that could create a powerful destructive force even with their current means. [Then let''s do this.] He sent a mental command. "Go, my servants." Suddenly, Kale and Olt charged toward the Golem Knight, throwing themselves at it. Of course, the Golem Knight responded by unleashing its dark blade, impaling both necromancers at that very moment. "Corpse Explosion." A tremendous explosion rocked the entire slum district. KABOOM! [T/L: Please support me: /revengerscans ] Chapter 77 - 76: Magic of Necromancer (5) Chapter 77: Chapter 76: Magic of Necromancer (5) A crimson mist rose all around, filling the entire field of vision. The bodily fluids of the dead showered down like a sticky rain, covering the streets. Detzras was momentarily stunned, wearing a blank expression. "..." It wasn''t common for a human to burst apart so cleanly. The horror was so extreme that it almost felt unreal. However, the subsequent hail of flesh and bone fragments, the fragments of intestines dancing like snakes, and the eyeballs rolling around like marbles were more than enough to drag him back to reality. "Aaaargh!" Detzras recoiled in terror, stumbling backward repeatedly. Even he, a wicked necromancer who had committed all sorts of atrocities, could never have imagined such a hellish scene. "You... you devil!" Weren''t those people alive just moments ago? No matter how much of a necromancer he was, how could one do this to another human being? "How can you do such a thing while wearing human skin!" Karnak tilted his head quizzically. "Did I do something that terrible?" He didn''t particularly feel offended by the insult. He had lived his entire life enduring far worse. But he hadn''t expected to hear such words from a fellow necromancer. "I just blew up a couple of corpses, so why''s he making such a fuss? He''s a necromancer too." Serati, finally coming to his senses, stammered out a response. "...It is an incredibly gruesome act, Lord Karnak. If others see this, they''ll definitely try to kill us first." "Is it that bad?" "Yes." Serati answered firmly. She needed to make sure Karnak understood this now, so that maybe, just maybe, Karnak would be a bit more cautious in the future. Karnak and Barros showed a glimmer of remorse. "I knew it was something I''d be scolded for, but I didn''t think it was this bad." "Indeed." The problem lay in how far outside the norm their reactions were. "I suppose from now on, I''ll have to kill anyone who witnesses a corpse explosion." "And make sure to clean up more thoroughly afterward." Serati, exasperated, asked, "...Isn''t there an option where you just don''t use that spell?" Both men blinked simultaneously. "Why?" "Why not use it?" She sighed in exasperation. ''Ah, they really don''t understand, do they?'' Usually, in situations like this, people at least try to offer some sort of excuse. They might argue that their lives were on the line, so they couldn''t afford to be picky about methods, or that they didn''t care about the trivial opinions of others. But these two were different. They looked like swordsmen who had been told not to use their swords, or mages who had been told not to use their magic. Making excuses was something people did when they at least realized they were in the wrong. "Sigh, forget it." With a sigh, Serati looked over at the Golem Knight. The massive stone giant was no more; only two stone feet remained standing. The Golem Knight, which had withstood so much pummeling, was shattered in a single blow. It was indeed an incredible display of destructive power. Given that they had simultaneously detonated two corpses filled with necromantic power, the outcome was inevitable. Karnak, with a cold smile, glared at Detzras. "So, got anything left to pull out of your sleeve?" Detzras bit his lower lip. He was right. With the Golem Knight shattered, his mana and necromantic power were completely drained. "Ku, kukuku..." A hollow laugh escaped his chest. "You are strong, unbeliever. Truly strong..." Now, he had only one option left. ''I''ll have to kill myself before I divulge the secrets of the cult...'' Drip... Blood began to trickle from the corners of Detzras'' mouth. It was the result of the self-destruct spell, Heart Explosion, that Kale and Olt had used before. Of course, Karnak was dumbfounded. "This guy is an idiot too. Killing yourself in front of a necromancer is pointless." Karnak immediately summoned the Hand of Darkness, intending to subdue Detzras''s soul just as he had done before. However, it seemed that Detzras was different from his two subordinates. "Tesranak... please, take my soul..." As he was dying, he uttered his final words. At the same time, a pillar of black light surged up from his entire body. Paaaat! The Hand of Darkness, which Karnak had extended, collided with the pillar of black light and was repelled. "Damn!" Karnak''s face twisted in frustration. He had a rough idea of what that black pillar was. ''A pre-contracted soul transfer spell!'' It was a necromantic technique where a soul was branded in advance and then collected upon death. At this rate, the cult of the Dark God would reclaim Detzras''s soul. "Damn it, did I underestimate him?" Karnak hurriedly tried to break the spell, but the black pillar moved faster. The darkness deepened and began to engulf Detzras''s corpse. Soon, his soul started to disappear into the darkness. "Damn it..." Karnak was left helpless, watching the soul slip away before his very eyes. Just then, a ghost suddenly popped up at his feet. It was Detzras''s soul, which had just vanished into the darkness. With a bewildered expression, Karnak looked down at the ghost. "...?" The ghost also looked up at Karnak with a bewildered expression. "...?" For a moment, both were frozen in place, their minds confused. ''Wasn''t this guy supposed to go to Tesranak?'' ''Why am I here instead of in the presence of Tesranak?'' Of course, the awkward silence didn''t last long. "Tsk tsk, looks like your spell got messed up." Baros''s mocking tone snapped Karnak back to reality. Indeed. When you think about it, how many times had his necromancy spells gone awry? "You should have mastered the basics first." With a smirk, Karnak extended the Hand of Darkness once more. Soon, the black fingers grasped the ghost by the hair and dragged it back. "Aaaargh!" As Detzras''s soul screamed in agony, Karnak smiled gleefully. "Well then, we''ve got a lot to talk about, don''t we?" *** After securing Detzras''s corpse and soul, Karnak and his companions moved to a new location. The building where the necromancy had been performed was now completely destroyed, so they needed another discreet place. Finding such a spot in the slums wasn''t too difficult. They found a sufficiently ruined structure and went inside. Baros placed the corpse he had been carrying on the ground. As Karnak prepared to use necromancy, he muttered to himself. "This time, it''s going to take a while. There''s a lot we need to find out." Serati, who had been keeping watch, suddenly asked, "Won''t we be keeping Prince Lloyd waiting too long?" Karnak responded nonchalantly, "Well, he''ll just have to wait. What else can we do? I can''t exactly perform necromancy in front of him." "I was just worried he might start getting suspicious." "If he does, he does. How can you be a necromancer if you worry about every little thing?" Serati inwardly accepted his confident response. ''As expected...'' She figured that the reason necromancers who were skilled at lying eventually got caught and beheaded was probably due to personalities like Karnak''s. Of course, she kept that thought to herself. Meanwhile, Karnak was looking down at Detzras''s corpse with a serious expression. "This time, I''ll need to focus." Noticing his unusually serious demeanor, Serati asked curiously, "Oh my, why?" Barros answered for him. "Young Master has been so good at subduing souls and extracting information from them with ease that this might seem like a convenient method, but in reality, it''s quite dangerous." The pain and madness of the souls summoned through necromancy could also affect the necromancer. If the necromancer had a strong sense of empathy, just performing this act could make them experience death so vividly that their heart could stop. Even an ordinary human would eventually go mad, corrupted by evil energy and malevolence. "This isn''t a technique to be used lightly, even for a necromancer." It''s much safer to extract information by torturing a living person with a hot iron than to cross such a dangerous bridge. "So, what about you, Lord Karnak?" "Well, I''m an exceptional necromancer." "More accurately, it''s because you don''t have any proper empathy, Young Master, which is why you''ve been able to do this so comfortably." "You''re not wrong, but somehow that doesn''t sound very nice." Grumbling, Karnak clasped his hands together. "This guy is quite skilled, so he''s likely prepared defenses against necromancy." A necromancer of his caliber would have taken all sorts of measures to protect his soul. Carefully, Karnak summoned Detzras''s soul. "Come forth, my servant... Obey the command of your master..." With a chilling voice, the ghost materialized, and simultaneously, pitch-black shadows began to rise from the surroundings. Kyahhhhh! A terrifying wail echoed as a black wave spread in all directions. The sudden shock made Serati stagger backward, her mind reeling. "Ugh! What is this?" Baros, remaining vigilant, spoke up, "As expected, an evil spirit of madness was guarding him." It was one of those necromantic spells designed to trap the soul of anyone who dared to confront it. There''s a saying: when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes back at you. The moment you try to invade the soul, the evil spirit of madness drives you insane. However, the situation was unfolding in an unexpected way. The evil spirit of madness locked eyes with Karnak and let out a hideous scream. Screeech! Aaaagh! The black shadow began to tremble violently, shrinking in place. It was obvious that it had seen something it wasn''t supposed to. ''What the...? Wasn''t it supposed to drive him insane?'' Serati blinked in confusion. "Then why is it going berserk instead?" As if he expected this, Baros nodded knowingly. "Like I said, when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back." "...And I''m the abyss?" With a disgruntled expression, Karnak watched the evil spirit of madness fade away. It really seemed like the evil spirit had been utterly terrified and crushed by something incredibly dark and horrid. Karnak muttered in frustration, "Is my soul really that horrifying? It can''t be that bad, can it?" Baros, with a look of disbelief, asked, "Do you truly believe that?" "Haven''t I become a lot kinder? I''ve even made a lot of effort to live like a decent person since my return." "You have indeed. But do you think a century of accumulated filth can be washed away in just a year?" "Is that so?" Upon reflection, Karnak nodded in agreement. "I guess I''ll have to try even harder to live like a decent person." Serati, overhearing their conversation, remained silent. "..." From what she had observed, Karnak wasn''t exactly a villain. He was genuinely trying hard not to do bad things. She had to acknowledge that. But does that mean he''s actually living a good life now? That didn''t seem quite right either. ''No, wait, why does Sir Baros think he''s fine? Is it just because he''s comparing himself to Lord Karnak?'' In any case, the evil spirit of madness had vanished. This meant that Detzras''s soul was now ready to spill everything. "Let''s ask again." It was time to resume the questioning that had been interrupted earlier. "Answer me." Facing the trembling ghost, Karnak asked, "Why did Prince Alford switch bodies with Prince Lloyd? What could he possibly gain from it?" *** S~ea??h the N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. In a shabby shack tucked away in the corner of the slums, Prince Lloyd had been hiding, keeping himself concealed in one corner of the hut. ''When is Lord Karnak coming back?'' The entire slum had been shaking with tremendous explosions, the noise echoing continuously, making him too afraid to show himself. All he could do was wait, hoping that Karnak and his group would return soon. How many hours had passed? It was only after the explosions ceased, and the surroundings had fallen into silence for quite some time, that the awaited party finally returned. "Oh, you''re back! How did it go?" Karnak calmly gave his report. "We defeated the enemies and completed the interrogation of the necromancers. It seems we''ve roughly figured out Prince Alford''s intentions." "Is that so!" This was precisely the news Prince Lloyd had been anxiously waiting for. He asked urgently, "What was the reason? Why did Alford target my body?" "Well, about that..." With a wry smile, Karnak shrugged. "It turns out he never had any interest in coveting your body from the start." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 78 - 77: The Prince’s Plot (1) Chapter 78: Chapter 77: The Prince''s Plot (1) "What do you mean by that?" Lloyd was puzzled. "Not after my body? Does that mean Alford is also a victim?" "I guess I said something that was a little misleading." Karnak continued, looking embarrassed. "It''s true that he was after your body, but he didn''t covet it." The plan of Prince Alford, which was discovered through Detzras, was this: First, the bodies of the two princes would be swapped with the help of necromancy. Temporarily, at least. "There was never any intention to make it permanent." That''s why Lloyd, whose body had been swapped, was locked away so carefully. "Since he would eventually get his body back, he had to keep you in good condition." They had also discovered a way to reverse the body swap. "It''s possible even without a necromancer." Karnak took out a small brooch with a black jewel embedded in it from his pocket and continued speaking. "This is a cursed jewel known as the Soul Exchange Ring. It''s the medium used for the soul exchange." To break the curse, the brooch had to be placed under the light of a full moon, and then the freshly shed blood of Prince Alford had to be poured over it. "Does it have to be this body? Can''t they use the blood from my original body?" "The beneficiary of the curse is still you, Prince Lloyd. So, the subject of the curse is this body." "Alford can''t undo the curse by himself? So that''s why he was so desperate to capture me." Lloyd, understanding now, sighed in relief. "It''s a relief that the curse can be lifted even without a necromancer." "Indeed." With a doubtful expression, Barros whispered secretly. [...Is this for real?] [I understand why you''re skeptical, but this time it''s true.] Anyway, when the night of the full moon arrives, the bodies of the two princes can be returned to their original state. "That''s why Prince Alford planned his actions for the evening of the full moon." The plan was to assassinate King Wiscot I. "He''s targeting my father?" "Yes. He planned to request an audience with His Majesty and then, at the right moment, stab him with a concealed dagger." Lloyd shook his head in disbelief. "That''s not going to work." "It''s not as impossible as it sounds. No matter how vigilant His Majesty might be, he wouldn''t suspect his own son. There wouldn''t be a thorough body search either. The opportunity could certainly present itself." "No, that''s not what I meant..." The prince clicked his tongue. "Assassinate my father? Using my body?" King Wiscot I of the Yustil Kingdom was once a renowned knight known for his martial prowess. Even in his old age, he was still in excellent health, frequently going hunting and practicing martial arts. And now, Prince Lloyd was supposed to ambush such a king? "Doesn''t Alford know how weak my body is?" Alford was well aware of that too. "It doesn''t matter if the assassination fails." Karnak continued in a calm voice. "Just the attempt would mean the plan has succeeded." If the assassination were successful? Then Prince Lloyd would be seen as a madman who killed his own father, a heinous act. Naturally, he would be captured by the royal guards and imprisoned. If the assassination failed? He would still be considered a traitor who attempted to kill his father. Being captured by the royal guards would be inevitable either way. "What will happen if the bodies are switched back in that state?" Only then did Lloyd''s complexion turn pale. "Oh my god..." No matter how much he tried to explain after returning to his original body, no one would believe him. If he was unlucky, he''d face execution; if he was lucky, he''d be treated as a madman and spend the rest of his life locked away. Whether the king lived or died, the second prince, Alford, would become the sole heir to the throne. "I do not think they plan to keep you alive anyway. Prince Lloyd, you would soon be driven to madness and commit suicide in prison." "I would commit suicide?" "Yes." "And who decided that?" "Necromancers are quite skilled at making others commit suicide, Prince." "...Ugh." Prince Lloyd groaned. He knew his brother was ambitious, but he never imagined he would go this far... "Now that I think about it, it''s just the sort of thing he would do." The only silver lining was that he had discovered the entire plan in advance. And it was all thanks to Karnak. "Truly, meeting you has been the greatest fortune of my life." "You''re too kind." "No, really. If it weren''t for someone as wise as you, how would I have survived until now?" Barros and Serati exchanged strange glances. S§×arch* The n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. ''Greatest fortune?'' ''Wise?'' ''It''s not exactly wrong...'' ''But it''s not entirely right either...'' In any case, now that they had uncovered the enemy''s plot, it was time to devise a solution. "The conditions for lifting the curse are the light of the full moon and freshly shed blood from this body, correct, Lord Karnak?" "Yes, Prince." "Are you certain it must be freshly shed blood? I''m asking if they could extract Alford''s blood¡ªthis body''s blood¡ªin advance and use that instead." "I''m certain. That''s why they went through all that trouble to capture you, Prince Lloyd." If the curse could be lifted with pre-extracted blood, they wouldn''t have cared whether Lloyd escaped or not¡ªthey could have just lifted the curse on the planned date. "That makes sense." Lloyd stroked his chin, lost in thought. "So, the choice is mine then..." Since the condition involved the full moon, the timing for lifting the curse was fixed. But whether to switch the bodies back at that time was now entirely up to Lloyd. "In this situation, Alford won''t be able to proceed with his plan recklessly." The plan only made sense if they could switch the bodies back afterward. In the current situation, Prince Alford was also cornered. If he made a move and couldn''t recover his body, he''d die as Lloyd. "Does that mean my father is safe for now?" Lloyd murmured with a hint of relief. "But we still need to assess the situation... However, if I return to the palace, who knows what might happen..." He couldn''t trust his original subordinates, and pretending to be Prince Alford was too dangerous. That''s why he had been hiding, not daring to act rashly. At that moment, Karnak quietly spoke up. "That shouldn''t be a problem, Prince." "Why not?" "Because I''ve obtained some valuable information." Detzras was the leader among the cultists involved in this plot. Thanks to that, he knew secrets that even Kale and Olt didn''t. "I have a list of who knows about this plan and who doesn''t." "Oh! Is that true?" Lloyd''s face lit up with joy. "Then I can finally pretend to be Alford!" Until now, Lloyd had no way of knowing which of Alford''s close aides were involved in this plan. As a result, he had been on guard against everyone, keeping himself hidden. But with that list, it was now clear who to avoid. As long as he avoided those individuals and interacted with the other subordinates of Alford, he could easily pass himself off as the second prince. "Of course, it won''t last long, but it doesn''t need to." All he had to do was be cautious until the night of the full moon. He could return to the royal palace, pretending to be Alford, prepare for any unexpected situations, and when the time came, switch back to his original body, restoring everything to normal. "It bothers me a bit that Alford might get away without any consequences for causing all this trouble." A cold smile suddenly appeared on Lloyd''s previously kind-looking face. "Or perhaps this could be a good opportunity. Should I drink some slow-acting poison before switching back? Or maybe cut off one of his legs?" Karnak intervened. "That would be problematic." For the soul change to be reversed, it was crucial that both bodies remained as unharmed as possible. If either body was injured, it could prevent the curse from being lifted. "If that weren''t the case, Prince Alford wouldn''t have needed to target His Majesty at all. He could have just injured himself and then switched back." Lloyd nodded reluctantly, understanding the point. "Ah, I see." Baros watched, secretly impressed. ''Not bad. He''s not as naive as I thought.'' Prince Lloyd had a reputation for being a kind and compassionate person. In fact, that was the impression Baros had always had of him. Yet here he was, casually talking about killing or crippling his own brother. ''Well, considering they''ve been trying to kill each other for over ten years, it makes sense.'' Meanwhile, Karnak pointed out another issue. "I just want to confirm something. Prince Lloyd, all of your assumptions are based on the premise that Prince Alford knows his plan has gone awry, correct?" "Why? Is there a problem?" "The thing is, it''s possible that Prince Alford doesn''t know you''ve escaped." Alford, now in Lloyd''s body, would naturally find it difficult to contact his original subordinates. Their living spaces were different, and they had little interaction. Moreover, he couldn''t proceed with the plan without any communication. There''s always the possibility of unforeseen circumstances, isn''t there? If things went awry, he would need to halt or adjust the plan. "So, Prince Alford likely established a secret method to stay in constant contact with his close aides, like Sebastian." "That makes sense. It''s a basic precaution." "The problem lies with that method of communication." The body swap through necromancy was such a forbidden act that it couldn''t be disclosed to anyone, not even to his own people, lightly. He needed to communicate in secret, away from the eyes of both his enemies and allies. In other words, he required a third, unknown method, one that neither Lloyd''s side nor Alford''s side would suspect. And what better method than using the necromancy of the cultists? That''s likely how Prince Alford had been maintaining contact all along. But hadn''t those cultists just been sent to the afterlife by Karnak and his group? Though, in reality, their souls were still under Karnak''s control, but that''s just a figure of speech. Lloyd, listening to the explanation, asked with a puzzled expression. "Wait, are you saying those three cultists were the only ones working with Alford?" "Yes." "How is that possible? Wouldn''t it be foolish for someone in charge of such an important task to act alone? Shouldn''t at least one of them have stayed behind as a precaution?" Karnak chuckled. "That''s the mindset of someone used to being in charge." Those in power often have the bad habit of assuming that their subordinates will understand and execute their wishes without needing explicit instructions. They believe that since the subordinates are under them, they will naturally grasp their intentions and act accordingly. But how much time and effort does it take to cultivate a subordinate who is genuinely that trustworthy? Besides, these cultists weren''t originally Alford''s subordinates, were they? They were merely cooperating under the orders of their cult. "A good opportunity has come to increase their necromantic power, and they wouldn''t want to lose it to someone else. So why would they care about Prince Alford''s situation? What has the prince ever done for them?" "Th-that''s true," Lloyd said, scratching his head awkwardly. Then, he looked at Karnak with a curious expression. "You''ve got a pretty straightforward way of speaking, don''t you? Most people wouldn''t be so direct in front of a prince." "Is that so?" Karnak felt a pang of guilt inside. He had lived as an absolute ruler for so long that, despite his efforts, his habits had slipped out without him realizing it. "I apologize. I''m just a country bumpkin, so I''m not very good with formalities..." "No need to worry about that. You''ve done so much for me; how could I be angry? Besides, your bluntness shows you''re thinking of my best interests." Surprisingly, Lloyd wasn''t bothered at all. He seemed genuinely intrigued rather than upset. "So, you''re saying that Alford''s means of communication was through those cultists, and now they''re all dealt with?" "Yes. That''s what makes things uncertain now." Of course, it''s possible that Alford had prepared other methods of communication besides the cultists. Even with necromantic interrogation, it''s hard to determine the truth if the person truly believes they''re telling it. "Detzras was certain that they were the only contacts, but we can''t rule out the possibility that Prince Alford secretly prepared another means of communication." If that were the case, things would proceed as Prince Lloyd predicted. "But what if the communication really has been cut off?" At Karnak''s question, Lloyd''s expression darkened. "How will Alford respond to that...?" Will he postpone the plan because there''s no communication? Or will he proceed with the plan regardless? "Logically, postponing would be the reasonable thing to do, but..." Is Prince Alford a reasonable person? Lloyd wasn''t sure about that at all. If Alford were a reasonable person, he wouldn''t have committed such a dangerous act as body-swapping using necromancy in the first place. "This is troublesome. So, does that mean I should inform my father before the night of the full moon?" Karnak shook his head. "And what would you tell him? Wouldn''t it be difficult to explain everything?" The idea that human souls had been swapped was unprecedented. Convincing someone of this would require some very compelling evidence. "Do you have any secrets that would convince His Majesty?" Prince Lloyd gave a bitter smile. "Unfortunately, no. My brother and I were never that close to our father." Their father had always been the type to say, "Let the son who survives after fighting his brother become king." He wasn''t exactly the kind of father his sons would be fond of. Lloyd''s voice grew a bit louder, as if he were suddenly irritated. "Now that I think about it, I almost feel like letting my father die, though I know I can''t actually do that." Setting aside filial duty, it would create practical problems. If Alford went through with his plan, Lloyd would still be branded a traitor even if he managed to return to his original body. "I can''t afford not to get my body back." As Lloyd grew more serious, Serati cautiously spoke up. "Um, Prince?" "What is it, Dame Serati?" "This might be unethical and immoral, but..." Choosing her words carefully, she asked, "...Is it really necessary for you to get your original body back?" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 79 - 78: The Prince’s Plot (2) Chapter 79: Chapter 78: The Prince''s Plot (2) Taking over someone else''s body is clearly an evil act. It can never be ethically justified. But, in this situation, did Lloyd steal Alford''s body? "Isn''t it just Prince Alford''s own doing?" From Serati''s perspective, it doesn''t seem like there would be much of a problem living as Alford from now on. Even from the citizens'' perspective. It''s clear who between Prince Lloyd and Prince Alford is more suited to be king. In terms of character and personality, Lloyd is definitely better. The only issue was that he was so frail that no one knew when he might die. But now, Lloyd''s mind in Alford''s body? Isn''t that the makings of a perfect King? "Of course, living as someone else wouldn''t be an easy task." If the body changes, so does the birth mother, the maternal family, and all the forces that supported you. It''s not something you can change as easily as changing clothes. Still, compared to what he gained, the loss doesn''t seem that significant. First of all, he''d obtain the healthy body he''s longed for so much. Moreover, if he goes as far as to overthrow Alford, who is now inside Lloyd''s body? It could even be a great opportunity to unite the forces from both sides. Once he settled down and secured his position, couldn''t he meet with each person individually and persuade them? "You weren''t close to the king, but surely you were close to his confidants? You must have shared some secrets with them, right?" "Yes, that''s true." Since they were originally his subordinates, he would know how to handle them, and if any continued to oppose him, he could subtly hint that he is actually Prince Lloyd and might win them back as allies. It would be deeply regrettable for the prince''s birth mother, and there would be other issues as well, but... "Rather than being dead-set on returning to your original body, wouldn''t it be worth considering this option too?" Serati cautiously continued, watching Lloyd''s peculiar expression. "Hmm..." Then he suddenly asked, "By any chance, do you like royal romance stories, Dame Serati?" Serati blushed. "Ah, well, I... um..." In truth, she did. She had seen a story with a similar plot before, and that''s what sparked her words. "I''ll be honest." Lloyd smiled faintly and asked in return, "Do you think I haven''t thought about that? I''ve had nothing but time." He had pondered it many times. What if he simply took over Alford''s body and ran away somewhere? What would he lose? His royal status, his family, and his loyal followers. But what would he gain? A life free from the constant pain he had never even dared to imagine. "No, it''s more than just a life without pain." It was a young, vigorous body, far more robust and lively than even the average person''s. It was, quite literally, the very dream Lloyd had always wished for. As Serati pointed out, this entire situation was caused by Alford. There was no reason for Lloyd to feel guilty or responsible. "If I could get my hands on this body, I wouldn''t mind giving up the throne to Alford at all. That''s my honest feeling." Of course, Lloyd laughed as he remarked that Alford would certainly mind very much. "That guy is probably grinding his teeth in my frail body right now, just waiting for the day he can take action. Dealing with constant fevers, headaches, and a runny nose¡ªhow miserable that must be." Then, as if suddenly remembering something, "But you know, the terms are so tempting that it actually made me suspicious." Lloyd''s expression grew serious. "Didn''t you say that necromancy allows people of the same bloodline to exchange bodies, Lord Karnak?" "Yes." "Then why is it that in all of history, there hasn''t been a single tyrant who exchanged bodies with one of his own kin?" Let''s say there''s a tyrant king or emperor. And let''s assume that he''s old, sick, and nearing death. "If I were in that position, I wouldn''t care whether it''s a forbidden art or not¡ªI would immediately switch bodies with my son or grandson. If I designated the body-swapping candidate as the heir to the throne, I wouldn''t even lose power." Were necromancers so well-hidden that no one ever knew this method existed? That doesn''t make sense. How many tyrants have existed throughout the continent''s history? Are they to believe that not a single one of them ever found a necromancer? No, even if they didn''t find one, it still doesn''t make sense. "If such a thing were possible, there''s no way necromancers wouldn''t have secretly approached dying kings with this tempting offer." However, in reality, the tyrants of the past simply died as they were. "Doesn''t that mean there''s a serious flaw in that method?" Suddenly, Lloyd, mid-sentence, showed an uncertain expression. "Or... is it possible that such acts have been committed frequently, and I''m just unaware of it? Could it be that the first emperor of the empire has been stealing the bodies of his descendants and living on...?" Karnak laughed and shook his head. "That''s not the case. I was about to warn you, but you figured it out yourself." Then he continued seriously. "Originally, possession doesn''t last long. The body and soul aren''t in harmony." That''s why possession usually only lasts a day or two at most. If it continues for longer, the body breaks down and the soul goes mad. "If the bodies have similar traits, the duration extends. It''s true that the closer the bodies are in physical condition, age, or gender, the longer the possession can last." Even so, Karnak explained that the limit would only be a few months. "Even for identical twins with nearly the same body, if they exchange souls, they can only last about a year." "And in my case?" "While your bloodlines are quite close, the two princes are half-brothers. And physically, the differences are too great. At most, three months would be the limit." Lloyd, flustered, raised his voice. "Does that mean if I miss this full moon night, I''ll only have one or two more chances?" "Yes." "Damn..." Lloyd clicked his tongue. He had suspected there would be some catch, but he hadn''t expected to have so little time. "What the hell was Alford thinking, doing something so dangerous?" Karnak chuckled. "I believe he didn''t know." "Didn''t know? What do you mean?" "We learned this by interrogating the cultists..." Detzras'' group didn''t tell Prince Alford the full truth. They conveniently left out the part about the time limit of possession, only telling him that they could swap bodies. Even if things went awry, there would still be a chance to reverse it later. But living in Prince Lloyd''s body would be such a torment that the risk was worth taking. "It seems they explained it to him like that." "...Did he really believe that?" "If he didn''t, he wouldn''t have done it, right?" "Haha..." Lloyd let out a hollow laugh as he organized his thoughts. "In any case, it seems my top priority is to get my original body back during this full moon." "That''s correct." "At the same time, I need to be mindful of my reputation and safety." "Indeed." They didn''t know what kind of trouble Prince Alford, now in Lloyd''s body, might cause, so it had to be prevented in advance. But it''s no easy task to stop someone who seems determined to ruin themselves. "It looks like I''ll have to secretly contact Alford." Lloyd muttered with dissatisfaction. "I guess I''ll have to negotiate with him. Propose that we return everything to the way it was, without damaging each other''s bodies or reputations." Deep down, he felt a strong urge to deal a blow to his younger brother. But he wanted to avoid a situation where he too would end up getting hurt. "This seems to be the best option for now." Watching the prince, Karnak thought for a moment. In truth, Karnak didn''t particularly care whether Lloyd got his body back or not. His main goal had been to capture the high-ranking cultists. And with Detzras'' group''s souls now in his hands, he had already achieved that goal. What happened to Prince Lloyd''s affairs didn''t concern him much at all. ''But surprisingly, this guy has a decent personality, doesn''t he?'' The vow to stay out of major incidents was already broken. In that case, wouldn''t it be a good choice to build connections with a prince of a kingdom? ''If that''s the case, it''s better to be connected with someone in power.'' Karnak, trying his best to maintain a gentle and trustworthy smile, opened his mouth. "Are you really looking to give him a good blow, Your Highness?" Seeing the sudden shift to a meaningful expression on the other''s face, Lloyd tensed up and asked back. "And what if I am?" "I have a good idea." *** Lloyd''s residence, Silver Karla Palace, located on the western side of the royal palace in Yustil. From one of its bedrooms, groans echoed out. "Aah, aaah..." Though the sun was already high in the sky, having passed noon, Lloyd was still lying in bed. To be precise, it was Alford inside Lloyd''s body. ''This cursed body!'' Grinding his teeth while lying in bed, Alford cursed internally. Yesterday had been somewhat manageable, but today, he woke up with a fever, headache, and an aching body all over. ''How in the world did Lloyd live in this body?'' It wasn''t just a bad day. Every day was like this. It was easier to count the rare "not sick" days. That''s how frail Lloyd''s body was. Alford realized it again. If a weakling like this became the king of Yustil, the kingdom would be doomed. ''As expected, I''m the only one fit to be king.'' Taking deep breaths, Alford glanced out the window from the bedroom. ''Anyway, the day has finally come.'' Today was the day of the great event. Once that sun sets, the full moon will rise. And then... ''I''ll finally be free from this cursed body!'' To be honest, he felt a bit anxious. For several days, he hadn''t been able to contact the cultists. He had tried to reach them multiple times through the catalysts, but there was no response. But delaying the plan wasn''t an option. ''Live another month in this body? That''s insane.'' Alford forced himself to get out of bed. He had been lying down all day, but it seemed that his energy had somewhat recovered. ''This should be enough to attend the dinner I''ve arranged with the king tonight.'' As a member of the royal family, they didn''t sit down together for family dinners like ordinary families. So, he had specifically requested a private dinner with his father under the pretense of discussing important matters, and it was granted. The only thing left was to wait for the right moment and use the dagger hidden in his robes to attack. ''Not that I have much of a chance of success in this body.'' He had considered coating the dagger with poison to ensure his father''s death but had given up on that idea. After all, as the king, he was constantly surrounded by powerful clerics, and he himself carried protective talismans hidden in his clothing. Even Alford, as a prince, had always done the same. ''It''d be far worse if I accidentally cut myself with the poisoned dagger.'' All he needed to do was show his intent to kill, to display his treasonous resolve clearly. He would cause a ruckus, act like a madman, and then immediately throw the dagger away and surrender before he got hurt. That would resolve everything. As he reviewed his plan, Alford looked out the window once more. S~ea??h the N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. ''Now, all that''s left is for the sun to set...'' It was at that moment. "Your Highness!" The door suddenly burst open, and a group of servants and guards rushed into the bedroom. Startled, Alford''s eyes widened. "W-what''s going on?" The large head maid, in a panic, rushed to lift him up and shouted, "You must evacuate immediately!" Because Lloyd''s body was so small and frail, even a woman''s strength was enough to lift him up with ease. As Alford was carried out like a piece of baggage, he heard the servant''s urgent shout. "Prince Alford is out of his mind, swinging his sword and aiming for you!" Alford''s expression turned blank. ''What does that mean? I''m targeting myself?'' And then, he quickly realized the situation. He was currently inside Lloyd''s body. That meant the "Prince Alford" they were referring to was... ''...Lloyd?'' *** In the hallway of Silver Karla Palace. A single robust knight stood in a standoff against dozens of soldiers. "You scoundrels! Kneel before your future king!" The soldiers shouted back in disbelief. "What are you doing, Prince Alford?!" "Do you think His Majesty will overlook such reckless behavior?" But there wasn''t even a need to invoke the authority of the king. After all, the only one storming into the palace was Alford¡ªalone. "Why is he acting like this?" "No matter if he''s a prince..." "What can he possibly achieve by himself?" As the confused soldiers muttered among themselves, Lloyd couldn''t help but smirk internally. ''Of course, I can''t achieve anything by myself.'' And that was exactly the point. ''Alford, you foolish younger brother...'' Having committed such a crazy act, he would soon be captured and thrown into prison. And the news that "Prince Alford" had lost his mind would spread throughout the kingdom. ''If you thought you could ruin me, you should have known I could ruin you just as easily.'' [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 80 - 79: The Prince’s Plot (3) Chapter 80: Chapter 79: The Prince''s Plot (3) The long corridor of the Karla Palace leading to Prince Lloyd''s chambers. The soldiers surrounding Prince Alford were shouting at the top of their lungs. "Capture the traitor!" The prince, looking around, retorted in kind. "How dare you call me a traitor! I am the true king of this kingdom!" Swords and spears clashed soon after. The clamor of metal rang loudly as the battle ensued. Bang! Bang! Prince Alford shouted once more toward the soldiers surrounding him. "Step aside! All I want is that weakling Lloyd!" Sir Zeliard, the captain of the Karla palace guards, hardened his expression. Despite the atmosphere, the battle itself wasn''t particularly violent. They were merely threatening each other from a distance where no fatal injuries would occur. ''It seems like he has no intention of actually harming the soldiers.'' This wasn''t typical of Alford, but it wasn''t particularly strange. After all, if it were the usual Prince Alford, he wouldn''t be committing such insane acts in the first place. There''s no reason to be puzzled by a madman acting out of character, is there? The problem was that this situation made it hard for Zeliard and his men to respond forcefully. No matter how hostile the relationship, their opponent was still a prince. They couldn''t push with the intent to kill. Doing so would lead to grave consequences. ''We''ll have to subdue him by causing just enough injuries...'' But they couldn''t inflict injuries as they wished. Even though Zeliard was the captain of the royal guard, hurting a prince would require an excuse. An excuse that the prince had been so reckless that subduing him without spilling blood was impossible. But for some reason, Prince Alford was acting more restrained. "Step aside! I don''t want any bloodshed! In the end, you''ll all be mine anyway!" From Zeliard''s perspective, it was almost absurd. Since when did the prince start caring about the safety of soldiers? But since Alford was acting that way, they too had to subdue him without injuries. "Prince Alford seems to be greatly confused! Capture him safely!" Following the captain''s orders, the soldiers continued to press the prince. Yet, the situation didn''t improve. The prince''s skill was better than expected. He was skillfully moving in and out of range, controlling the distance with precision, displaying an unexpectedly high level of expertise. Even Zeliard, a seasoned first-class knight, found himself impressed. ''Was Prince Alford''s swordsmanship always this good?'' It wasn''t just Zeliard who was amazed. The soul inside Alford, which belonged to Lloyd, was equally impressed. ''This body is incredible. It moves so well.'' Thinking about giving up such an amazing body and returning to his own left him feeling rather glum. But he quickly snapped back to focus. ''No matter how great this body is, I can''t stay in it and die in less than half a year!'' While he continued to stall for time, he glanced down the hallway. The appointed time was approaching. ''Not yet?'' Just then, a white flash of light suddenly pierced through the corridor, exploding between the prince and the soldiers. KABOOM! It was a powerful burst of magic. Zeliard flinched in surprise and turned toward the direction the light had come from. ''What was that? Reinforcements for the prince?'' They were indeed reinforcements for a prince, but not for Alford. "Sir Zeliard!" Three men and women were running down the hallway from the opposite end. A knight with a sturdy build, a red-haired beauty, and a young black-haired mage. "Who are you?" "We are the King''s Order, sent by Prince Lloyd! My name is Karnak!" As they joined the encirclement, Karnak quickly handed Zeliard a piece of paper. Taking it, he saw that it was a personal letter from Prince Lloyd, verifying Karnak and his companions'' identities. As the captain of the Karla palace guards, Zeliard was familiar with the prince''s handwriting. It was undoubtedly authentic. "I see. So the prince had something else in mind?" "Then, we will subdue Prince Alford." Zeliard immediately stepped aside. He had been unsure of what to do, and now that someone else appeared to take responsibility, there was no reason to refuse. "Remember, you must not shed any blood carelessly!" "I understand. Dame Serati!" "Yes." S§×arch* The N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. At Karnak''s words, the red-haired beauty, sword in hand, stepped forward. She lightly flicked her hand. Bzzzz! A red glow flowed along the blade, radiating a brilliant light. The soldiers murmured in awe. "Ohh!" "An aura user!" Serati lightly leaped forward. In an instant, there were flashes of sword light, and soon enough, ''Prince Alford'' let out a groan and collapsed to his knees. "Ugh! Guh!" Considering the commotion, it ended rather anticlimactically, but no one found it strange. It was the expected result. No matter how skilled Prince Alford might be, he was no match for an aura user. Karnak pointed a finger at the fallen prince. "Then I will subdue him. Hold Person." Ropes of light tightly coiled around Alford''s body. "Urgh! How dare you do this to me!" The prince struggled, but he couldn''t do anything. Watching him bound, Zeliard let out a sigh of relief. "Phew, that was close. But what''s going on all of a sudden?" *** Once the commotion had settled, Prince Lloyd returned to his chambers after taking refuge. "Well then..." More accurately, it was Alford, in Prince Lloyd''s body, who returned. "So, Alford caused a disturbance, got caught, and is now imprisoned in the palace dungeon, is that it?" In response to his question, the head maid replied respectfully. "Yes. Lord Karnak is overseeing the situation." Alford was bewildered. ''Karnak? Who the hell is that?'' However, he couldn''t outright ask. From the way the head maid spoke, it was obvious that Lloyd should know, so he couldn''t pretend ignorance. ''No, that''s not the problem right now.'' Realizing his mistake, Alford hurriedly asked, "What about tonight''s appointment?" The head maid replied as if it was obvious. "It has been canceled. Your safety is the top priority." They couldn''t take any action without first understanding what ''Prince Alford'' was planning. It was a sensible and correct response. At least, it was for those loyal to ''Prince Lloyd.'' But for Alford, who was inside, the situation was utterly maddening. ''What the hell is going on?'' But there was nothing he could do with Lloyd''s frail body. He could only sit half-confined in the chamber, idly sitting on the bed. Time passed like that. Since they couldn''t let the noble prince go hungry, a maid brought his dinner to the chamber. Alford ground his teeth as he looked at the meal. ''Damn it! I thought this tasteless food would be my last!'' The meal was made from healthy ingredients and prepared neatly, or so they said. The problem was that the meal completely disregarded any concept of ''pleasure for the palate.'' It was utterly tasteless. Even the food served to noble pets might have been better. ''If things had gone according to plan, I would have been dining with the king by now.'' As he grumbled, Alford''s expression suddenly changed. ''...Dinner?'' Dinner is eaten in the evening. Meaning, it was currently evening. And evening typically refers to the time after the sun has set. ''Wait a minute! Does that mean...?'' In a panic, Alford rushed to the window. He looked out and saw a shining full moon in the distant sky. ''The light of the full moon...'' In that instant, everything before his eyes shifted. *** Alford blinked. "...What?" It was an odd feeling. His body felt incredibly comfortable, yet simultaneously uncomfortable. A strange mixture of awkwardness and familiarity washed over him. It didn''t take long to realize why. He was tied up, hands and feet bound, lying on a cold stone floor. Naturally, that would feel awkward and uncomfortable. And yet, the reason it felt comfortable and familiar? ''This is my body!'' In a hurry, Alford stood up. He looked around. Gray stone walls surrounded him, and in front of him was a thick iron cell door. It was the palace dungeon. ''Why am I here?'' No, it made perfect sense. They had locked him up because ''Prince Alford'' had gone on a rampage. "Lloyd, you bastard!" It wasn''t hard to guess what had happened. After all, it was Alford''s own plan that had been executed. ''I''ve been tricked!'' Just then, he sensed someone approaching beyond the iron bars. "Welcome back, Prince Alford." A young man in a mage''s robe, accompanied by a man and a woman who appeared to be knights, stood outside the cell. Alford glared at him and asked, "Who are you?" The young man responded with an odd question of his own, "You don''t know me, do you?" For a moment, Alford was speechless. ''Of course, I asked because I don''t know. Why would I ask if I already knew?'' However, Alford couldn''t bring himself to mock the young man. A strange, ominous feeling crept up his spine. The young man approached him, raising a finger. A sharp needle of light began to form at his fingertip. With a gentle smile, the young man''s gaze shifted toward Alford''s head. "You''ll continue not knowing in the future." *** Four days after Prince Alford''s incomprehensible rampage. Karnak and his companions were in the library of the Karla Palace, facing a young man. He had pale skin, light gray hair, eyes tinged with a hint of gold in their blue, and a delicate face. He almost looked like a teenage girl, but in reality, he was Lloyd, the first prince of the Kingdom of Yustil, now 20 years old. The situation had been mostly resolved, allowing them to finally meet outsiders again. Baros, observing Lloyd, who had regained his own body, wore an awkward expression. "Should I say... nice to meet you for the first time?" Lloyd chuckled and responded, "It is indeed a strange situation." They had known each other for several days now, and from Lloyd''s perspective, he had even entrusted his life to them. However, this was the first time they were meeting face-to-face in his real body. "Allow me to introduce myself once again." Lloyd stood and formally expressed his gratitude. "I offer my sincere thanks. Without your help, I can''t imagine how much worse the situation might have become." Following etiquette, Karnak humbly replied, "We only did what was expected of nobles." Lloyd, regretful, continued, "What saddens me is that I cannot properly reward your efforts. You''ve saved not only my life but also my father''s and, in essence, this entire kingdom." The fact that Lloyd and Alford had switched bodies had not been made public. It was a monumental incident, and the potential consequences were too significant to act recklessly. As a result, the contributions of Karnak and his group were largely downplayed. In reality, they had supported Lloyd both physically and emotionally, but since this was a closely guarded secret, their official credit was limited to simply subduing the rampaging Alford. "Please, think nothing of it." Unlike the regretful Lloyd, Karnak remained composed. "I''m simply content with having dealt with the heretic cultists, Your Highness." He was sincere. From the beginning, they had gotten involved to capture a high-ranking cultist, and they had achieved that goal. Since they had accomplished what they set out to do, Karnak had no real interest in rewards. True sincerity always gets through. ''He really is a man without greed.'' There would be many future conflicts with the Cult of the Dark God. Those who had extended their reach even to a prince of the kingdom wouldn''t back down easily. ''I can''t let such talent be wasted. I''ll need to discuss this with Commander Erantel later.'' While the prince was deep in thought, Baros suddenly asked, "What will happen to Prince Alford now?" "It''s classified information, but I suppose it''s something you should know," Lloyd replied after a brief moment of contemplation, having made up his mind to share. "Alford committed suicide. He hanged himself. It happened last night." Then, with a hardened expression, he continued in a low voice, "To be more accurate, he was made to commit suicide." A prince of the kingdom dying by suicide in prison would never be dismissed with a simple burial. Naturally, a large number of clerics were involved in the investigation to understand what had happened. And that''s when they discovered it. The subtle traces of the Darkness of Doom, carefully hidden. "Lord Karnak, you were right." Lloyd sighed, shaking his head in dismay. "Necromancers truly have an exceptional talent for making people kill themselves." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 81 - 80: The Prince’s Plot (4) Chapter 81: Chapter 80: The Prince''s Plot (4) As soon as they left the prince''s room, Baros and Serati naturally glanced at Karnak. "Young master?" "You said you weren''t going to live like before anymore, right?" Karnak frowned, looking as if he had been wronged. "It wasn''t me who did it, you know?" He really hadn''t killed Alford. "Why would I have any reason to kill that man?" Baros tilted his head curiously. "To keep a secret?" "There has to be a secret to keep! What does that guy even know about me?" "...Now that you mention it, you''re right." In reality, Alford knew absolutely nothing about Karnak and his companions. He had been confined in the palace the entire time since the body swap. "If I had done something unnecessary, it would have only aroused more suspicion. Especially since I was the last one to meet him." Alford died three days later. By then, others had already interrogated him, so there was no way Karnak would be blamed. Recalling what happened in the prison, Serati asked, "Then what did you do back then?" He stuck a needle into a perfectly fine person''s head and rummaged through his brain¡ªanyone would think that was pure evil. "That was really nothing." All he did was extract information about how Prince Alford had aligned himself with the Cult of the Dark God and what he knew about the cultists. "Isn''t this proof that I''m not living like I used to?" "...You controlled his mind and even manipulated his memories?" At Serati''s retort, Baros slyly defended Karnak. "Well, in that case, it''s true he''s not living like before. He didn''t kill anyone, after all, right?" In any case, if Karnak wasn''t the culprit, there was only one possible suspect left. Serati frowned. "So you''re saying the Cult of the Dark God took care of him?" Baros nodded. "They wouldn''t want Prince Alford to leak any information he had. Plus, they''d probably try to gather more intel on us as well." This, too, didn''t seem to be much of a problem. "That''s why I made sure to handle it first." After extracting the information, he had neatly erased Alford''s memories as well. Serati asked in astonishment, "Did you predict this would happen, Lord Karnak?" "Cultists are necromancers too. It''s easy to figure out how necromancers think." Now, all that was left was to cross-check and extract any useful information from the souls of Detzras and his group. "I''ll take my time and slowly look through them." Serati looked flabbergasted. S§×ar?h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "No matter what, they''re still human souls. Treating them like a bunch of documents seems a bit..." "Well, since they aren''t innocent souls, it should be fine, right? They''re just paying for their sins." "Does it really work that way?" She sighed. The more she stayed with these people, the more her sense of good and evil seemed to blur. Karnak smiled faintly and turned to leave. "For now, let''s head back to the lodging." *** Late at night, a young man in his mid-twenties was receiving a report in the study of a noble estate located in the capital. With blonde hair, blue eyes, and the appearance of someone who had been raised in luxury, he looked every bit the aristocrat. A man in his thirties, standing opposite the young man, kept his head bowed, glancing nervously. "The mission in the Kingdom of Yustil has failed, Lord Hudel." Though dressed in plain clothes to conceal his identity, the man was a necromancer of considerable rank within the Cult of the Dark God. Despite this, he remained nothing but unfailingly polite before the young man called Hudel. The necromancer continued his report in a voice tinged with fear. "Prince Lloyd has regained his body, and Bishop Detzras has become a martyr." "Damn it..." Hudel rubbed his forehead. ''Who the hell interfered with our plans?'' No small effort had been made to secure the prince of a kingdom, and now it had all been for nothing. "You made sure to clean up the aftermath properly, I hope?" "Yes. Prince Alford''s soul has been properly retrieved." Even though the dead don''t speak, under necromancy, they could sometimes become even bigger blabbermouths than the living. That''s why the Cult of the Dark God took great care with post-mortem management. Proper necromancy was a power granted only to those who served Tesranak. However, even sloppy necromancy could yield results for lesser necromancers, so vigilance was always necessary. "And the prince''s soul?" At Hudel''s next question, the necromancer pulled out a black pearl. "It''s here." While the royal family of Yustil might be going through the motions of a grand funeral, believing the prince''s soul to have gone to rest with the goddess, in reality, his soul was trapped inside this pearl. "Once the situation is fully understood, I will erase it cleanly." Hudel inspected the pearl from different angles. "Is there no other use for it? After all, it''s still a royal soul, isn''t it?" "The quality wasn''t particularly high." "Well, a soul''s value isn''t determined by bloodline or status during life, after all." The power of necromancy is determined by the strength of the soul itself. In a way, it treats all humans quite equally. Returning the pearl, Hudel asked another question. "Does anyone else know about this?" "They''ve all been dealt with. Fortunately, Prince Alford had only informed a small number of close associates, so cleaning up was relatively easy." "At least the cleanup was done properly." Still, Hudel had no intention of offering praise. He fell into a brief moment of contemplation. ''What should I do? I can''t just leave the Kingdom of Yustil alone like this.'' The reach of the Cult of the Dark God extended beyond the Kingdom of Yustil. It had quietly infiltrated all regions across the continent and every domain of humanity. But even among them, the Kingdom of Yustil held special importance. ''It was a place that Lady Elezar specifically instructed me to keep an eye on.'' One of the three Archmages, Elezar de Reflacion, Imperial Mage of the Lacaenia Empire. Few knew that she was one of the three saints leading the Cult of the Dark God. Hudel was among the select few. Recalling his conversation with Elezar, Hudel furrowed his brow. ''I don''t know why she gave such orders, but still...'' *** "Take a closer look at the northeastern part of the continent, Hudel." Hudel was caught off guard by this sudden command. "I beg your pardon, but could you provide more details? At the moment, the order seems a bit too vague." Fortunately, Elezar did not get angry. "The situation isn''t clear enough for me to do that. How should I put it... Just keep an eye out for anything unusual. That''s about all I can say." It wasn''t that she was being deliberately vague because of secrecy; she seemed genuinely uncertain. This gave Hudel the courage to speak up. "In that case, could you at least narrow down the scope of the investigation?" "Hmm, well..." She finished her sentence with a languid smile. "Look for events that seem like our doing, but aren''t actually caused by us." *** Though Hudel didn''t know why such an order had been given, it was the duty of a good subordinate to carry out orders faithfully. Thus, he had been keeping a special eye on the Kingdom of Yustil and the Kingdom of Tarum, which were located in the northeastern part of the continent. And now, something had indeed happened in the Kingdom of Yustil. ''What on earth should I do...'' As Hudel mulled over the situation, he suddenly found something odd. Even after completing his report, the necromancer hadn''t left. "Is there something else?" The necromancer, hesitant, finally spoke. "There''s one more problem." "A problem?" "Although we''ve retrieved Prince Alford''s soul, we can''t locate Bishop Detzras'' soul." In an instant, Hudel''s face paled. "What? How is that even possible?" "Well, uh, I don''t know either..." The one making the report seemed more flustered than Hudel. It''s common enough for souls to get lost while practicing necromancy, so the necromancer hadn''t expected Hudel to react so seriously. But that was merely due to his lack of knowledge. To anyone who understood the spell cast on Detzras, this was indeed a major issue. ''A soul marked by Lord Tesranak has strayed from its proper path? Could it be that the servants of the Goddess have gained such powerful authority?'' In a panic, Hudel hurried out of the study. "I''m going to the altar! Prepare for the necromantic spell!" The flustered necromancer immediately followed behind. "Y-yes, sir!" *** Hudel and the necromancer made their way to the basement of the mansion. They descended a staircase, passed through a dimly lit corridor, and arrived at a hidden stone chamber. The place was filled with grotesque items: chunks of flesh, black slime, dried herbs, and strange plants and animals. A red magic circle was drawn on the floor. Standing at the center of the stone chamber, Hudel closed his eyes and then opened them again. Not only his blue irises, but even the whites of his eyes turned pitch black. "Come, believer Detzras..." He attempted the summoning several times, but there was no response from Detzras'' soul. ''It''s true. His soul is gone.'' Hudel''s expression darkened. ''What in the world has happened?'' Had Detzras'' soul already crossed over to the other side, the world beyond death? No, that was too soon. Detzras'' soul bore the mark of the great god of darkness, Tesranak. There was no way it had simply passed on to the afterlife. ''So, someone must have stolen his soul...'' Hudel ground his teeth. This was a truly serious problem. If it had been done by magic or a holy spell, then what? Tesranak is the god of death and darkness. But if that power over death had been broken by magic or the divine power of the goddess? It would be like saying that a necromancer had surpassed mages or the clerics of the goddess in using light-based or healing spells. Just how powerful would someone have to be to accomplish that? ''Or is it the work of another necromancer?'' Indeed, there were plenty of necromancers out there who had not received Tesranak''s teachings and were not affiliated with the cult. After all, the darkness of doom had spread widely. It was true that some of them possessed considerable power. Could there be someone among them who was strong enough to erase the mark of the Dark God? ''I don''t know.'' Either way, continuing these attempts seemed pointless. So, Hudel turned his necromancy toward the soul of Alford instead. "Rise, heretic Alford..." The soul trapped within the black pearl immediately reacted. "Ugh... uh..." Alford appeared, a translucent, half-formed soul, resembling the state he was in just before his death. After suppressing the soul, Hudel began interrogating it. The more he learned, the darker his expression became. "What the hell is this?!" Alford''s soul knew nothing. The real issue was that he didn''t even remember things he should have known. "You don''t even remember cooperating with the cult?" The only explanation was that someone had already erased his memories. It wasn''t completely impossible to understand. Magic or divine powers could erase human memories, too. But memory manipulation was usually the domain of necromancers. Given the missing souls of Detzras and his group, this situation became even more suspicious. Elezar''s order naturally came to Hudel''s mind. -Look for events that seem like our doing but aren''t. As he ended the necromantic spell, Hudel spoke. "I need to conduct a proper investigation in the Kingdom of Yustil." The necromancer bowed his head deeply. "Who will you send?" Hudel pondered for a moment. "The situation is different from when we dispatched Bishop Detzras..." The goal was not to expand the cult''s influence but to uncover something. In that case, the best strategy would be to stir up chaos and observe the reactions. ''Not long ago, the headquarters sent us a cursed sword, didn''t they?'' Having collected his thoughts, Hudel finally spoke. "I''ll use that." The necromancer flinched and asked in surprise. "But... we can''t control it." Hudel smiled coldly. "Who said we need to control it?" A monster like that would create more than enough havoc simply by being released into the world. Whether the enemy was a necromancer or not, someone would surely react. "When a storm arises, the hidden reefs will reveal themselves." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 82 - 81: A Short Vacation (1) Chapter 82: Chapter 81: A Short Vacation (1) The power struggle within the Yustil royal family, which had lasted for over a decade, finally ended with the victory of Prince Lloyd. With Prince Alford having been killed by a cultist, the forces supporting him, as well as his maternal relatives, were left in a precarious position. Of course, they didn''t accept defeat so easily. They caused a commotion, demanding a thorough investigation into Alford''s death. But soon enough, they quieted down. The deeper the investigation went, the clearer it became that Prince Alford had colluded with the cult. Although it was difficult to grasp the full picture due to the cult''s intentional cover-up, the evidence pointing to Alford and his close aides associating with the Dark God''s cult kept surfacing. Even those who were not directly involved had a sense of what was going on. No one, unless they were a fool, could be unaware that the prince was scheming something in the background. They simply chose to turn a blind eye. In the end, this was the conclusion they reached: The vile cultists deceived Alford and then stabbed him in the back! And why? Well, if the powerful Prince Alford was gone and the weak Lloyd became king, it would be much easier for the cult to take over the kingdom! Even Prince Lloyd didn''t reveal the whole truth. He hid the fact that his body had been switched, instead pretending to be an ignorant scholar locked away in his study. This was based on Karnak''s advice. "You want me to hide the fact that my body was switched? Why?" "Because then people might think your soul was also affected by necromancy. It''s best to avoid any misunderstandings." "But I have nothing to do with the cult." "What does that matter? People will still look at you with suspicion just because necromancy was involved." "But doesn''t that make me seem like an easy target for the cult?" "And is that a problem? Is there some other prince I''m unaware of?" "Ah, right." With Alford dead, Lloyd was now the sole heir to the Kingdom of Yustil. Whether he was weak or strong, there was no one else to replace him. "So, all I have to do is sit still, and things will work out on their own. Understood, Lord Karnak." Lloyd had received considerable help from Karnak and his group in many ways. Prince Lloyd wanted to express his gratitude, however possible. "Is there truly nothing you desire? If it''s within my power, I will do my best." Karnak responded in a rather indifferent manner. "Just help us clean up after the cultists later. It''s a headache when nobles or royalty are involved, like this time." It was a response that seemed completely devoid of personal ambition. "Very well, then I''ll give you what you need." As if he had prepared it in advance, Lloyd pulled out a golden seal from his robe. "What is this?" "It''s proof that you are my representative, authorized to act on my behalf. With this, hunting cultists will be much easier, won''t it?" It wasn''t just a matter of convenience; with this, Karnak could wield power at will, backed by the prince. In fact, this wasn''t something to be given away lightly. "Are you sure it''s alright to hand this over so casually?" "The man I''ve come to know isn''t someone who would misuse it." It felt like Lloyd was both underestimating and accurately assessing Karnak at the same time. In reality, Karnak had no intention of wielding the golden seal. It wasn''t because he lacked ambition, but because he didn''t see much value in it. With little enthusiasm, Karnak accepted the seal. "Well, it''ll be convenient to have, I suppose." Prince Lloyd gave him a slightly resentful look. "Aren''t you being a bit too indifferent? Then again, it''s precisely that attitude that reassures me." *** Karnak and his party had played a pivotal role in the recent events. Not only had they saved Prince Lloyd, but they had also put an end to the long-standing power struggle within the royal family, stabilizing the kingdom. "The downside is that we can''t make it public, so we can''t expect any real reward," commented Commander Erantel. Karnak shrugged in response. "True. Officially, I was merely carrying out Prince Lloyd''s orders to stop the mad Prince Alford." "Is there anything you want, then?" "Well, how about letting me take some overdue leave?" "Leave? You?" Erantel looked puzzled. Among the members of the King''s Order, Karnak was especially known for being dedicated to hunting cultists. Since joining the King''s Order, he had barely taken a break, constantly taking on new missions. So much so that people around him would often suggest he rest or remind him to consider the well-being of his 7th battalion members. "If that''s what you want, feel free to take it. But what''s the reason?" "This mission was pretty exhausting. I think we could all use some time to reorganize." "Of course. You''re still human, after all." Erantel readily signed off on the leave request and gave Karnak and his party a warm smile. "Then take a good rest." As they left the office, both Karnak and Baros were grinning from ear to ear. "Hey, he called us human!" "Yeah, looks like we''ve really changed, huh?" Naturally, Serati found it absurd. "...I don''t think that''s what he meant." Nevertheless, it was true that they needed to reorganize. The cultists they had captured this time had a lot of valuable information. It would take time to thoroughly interrogate them. For that reason, Karnak rented a secluded cabin in the forest on the outskirts of the capital. The cabin was usually used by nobles during hunting season, so it was rarely occupied¡ªmaking it the perfect place for such a secretive task. "Let''s go. We''ll hole up somewhere quiet and thoroughly sift through everything." *** After arriving at the cabin, Karnak''s party got to work. Baros cleaned the cabin and prepared it for their extended stay, while Serati headed down to the basement to assist Karnak. They cleared out the cellar, which was originally used for storing food, and set up a necromantic barrier in preparation for the real work of necromancy. "This is quite the preparation for once, isn''t it, Lord Karnak?" Serati asked curiously. "Don''t you usually summon souls pretty easily?" "Summoning the souls is still easy." S§×ar?h the N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The souls of Detzras, Kale, and Olt were already fully subdued. They were safely stored in the Lantern of the Lost Souls, ready to be called upon whenever needed. "Then what''s the issue this time?" "There''s a lot of information to go through this time." As with all things, there were pros and cons, and necromantic interrogation wasn''t always easier than torturing the living. The first issue was the side effects of necromancy. Interrogating the dead through necromancy is an act that taints the caster''s soul with malevolence, and if one is not careful, the necromancer could be consumed by madness. Of course, this didn''t apply to Karnak. If anything, the evil spirits would go mad from trying to peer into Karnak''s soul. The second issue was that to get good answers, you had to ask good questions. No matter how much you torture a living person, there''s no guarantee they''ll tell the truth. If they have strong willpower, they can endure extreme pain and even deceive the interrogator. On the other hand, the dead never lie. They faithfully and obediently tell the truth, exactly as commanded. "The dead have no will of their own." But the lack of will is not always an advantage. "Sometimes, when you want to gather broader information, it''s actually better to torture a living person." When you torture a living person and demand they tell you everything they know, they''ll spill both real and false information, much of which can turn out to be useful. Moreover, since the living speak from their own "will," they tend to condense and organize the information before speaking. All the interrogator has to do is sit back, listen, and adjust their methods slightly (like pulling out a fingernail or two if needed). "In contrast, a soul summoned through necromancy will obey orders to the letter." The moment you ask them to reveal everything they know, they''ll spew out all of their knowledge in an incoherent jumble. "Serati, you''ve seen this plenty of times during your days as a Darkness Hunter, haven''t you? How rambling and disorganized evil spirits can be." "Ah, so that''s the issue." It''s like they''ll spout nonsense, such as "The sky is blue, the sun is red," and other irrelevant details. That''s why, when interrogating a soul, you need to ask clear and specific questions, and that requires prior knowledge of what to ask. Karnak hadn''t been mindlessly observing Detzras'' unique spell, golem knight, the fusion of magic and necromancy. "The more prior information I gather, the easier it will be to extract additional details later." With that prior knowledge in hand, Karnak had to carefully select each question and interrogate the soul thoroughly, which naturally took time. "There''s a lot we need to uncover about the cult. We''ll probably be at this for days." After finishing his explanation, Karnak reached for the Lantern of the Lost Souls. "Well, let''s begin, shall we?" A thick wave of evil energy filled the air, and a chilling voice echoed in the basement. "Arise, my servant, Detzras...." With a swirl of darkness, a pale, ghostly soul appeared, bowing respectfully. "I await your command, my master...." *** It had been five days since Karnak had taken leave and relocated to the cabin in the forest. During that time, Karnak had persistently used necromancy to interrogate the souls of Detzras and his companions, extracting information about the Dark God''s cult. Detzras had apparently held a fairly high rank within the cult. Thanks to that, Karnak had obtained some very useful intelligence. "The Dark Cardinal, Hudel Grenthal..." The title "Cardinal" wasn''t particularly important. The cultists had merely adopted the titles of the Churches of the Seven Goddesses in an attempt to present themselves as a legitimate religious order. What mattered was that Karnak had gained direct information to infiltrate the core of the cult. "A handsome young man in his twenties, from the Empire, based in the western border region?" This wasn''t enough to immediately pinpoint Hudel''s exact location, but it had significantly narrowed the search field. "I''ll have to investigate further once I return to the King''s Order." There were also other valuable discoveries. Karnak had gained insight into the unprecedented technique Detzras used, which fused magic and necromantic power. "This is interesting. It seems his method of controlling necromantic power diverged from my Chaos Magic in a completely different way." Karnak had refined his necromantic power by purging it of evil energy and malice, transforming it into chaos power. Detzras'' method went in the opposite direction. He infused mana with evil energy and malice, making it more akin to necromantic power. It was a power that resembled necromantic power, yet wasn''t quite the same. However, it was also so similar to necromantic power that it could almost be called a third form of mana. In this state, it was possible to fuse magic with necromancy and use them together. Karnak couldn''t help but admire the intricacy of the technique. "This is truly high-level magic. I wonder who came up with it." In the past, Karnak had reached the pinnacle of necromancy. It was through this supreme mastery that he was able to transform necromancy into chaos magic. Similarly, this was a case where someone who had mastered magic to the highest degree had turned that mastery into necromancy. "There aren''t many mages alive today capable of this," he mused. Only those who pursued the 10th circle, the three archmages, or their top disciples could perform magic of this caliber. Baros, who had been assisting him, shook his head. "Doesn''t make sense, does it? What would those people gain from dabbling in necromancy?" Karnak shrugged. "In theory, you''re right, Baros..." But this strange phenomenon wasn''t limited to magic alone. Karnak had seen instances where necromantic power was fused with aura, or with divine power. All of those cases had been tied to the Dark God''s cult. To merge necromantic power with another energy like this, there was one fundamental condition that had to be met. There had to be someone within the cult who had mastered necromancy along with the pinnacle of aura, divine power, or magic. In other words, someone of the same caliber as the Pope of the Church of the Seven Goddesses, one of the Four Martial Kings, or the Three Archmages would have had to devote themselves to necromancy and then join the cult. "At first glance, it might seem like an excessive leap. But then again, if we''re talking leaps of logic¡ªtwo undead who once conquered the entire world giving up all their power and going back in time isn''t a leap?" "...You''ve got a point there." The world is unpredictable; you never know what might happen. The fact that there was such a high-level magic technique right before their eyes couldn''t be denied. So, no matter how absurd the speculation, it couldn''t be completely dismissed. Baros shook his head again. "I just hope it turns out to be mere speculation. I really don''t want to face those guys again." "I agree, but we should still grow stronger just in case." Internally, Karnak raised his previous standard of "being able to survive the worst-case scenario" to yet another level. He muttered in frustration. "Man, I just want to live a quiet life as an ordinary guy. Why is that so hard?" "Are you familiar with the saying ''You reap what you sow''?" "Shut up." Still, the ritual had been a valuable learning experience. Especially in terms of the techniques involved, Karnak had gained a lot. Karnak raised both of his hands. In his left hand, chaos magic swirled, and in his right, necromantic power rose like a shimmering haze. "With this method, I can apply necromancy to magic as well." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 83 - 82: A Short Vacation (2) Chapter 83: Chapter 82: A Short Vacation (2) On the tenth day of vacation. For the first time in a while, Karnak emerged from the basement and headed to the backyard behind the cabin. He had made some progress in interpreting and applying the magic formulas, and now, he wanted to apply them to actual magic. As he was warming up, Baros asked him, "It took you a while." "Hm? What did?" "The magic formula interpretation." Baros had thought Karnak, being so exceptional, would master Detzras'' magic in no time. But surprisingly, hadn''t he spent more than five days on it? "You''re the ultimate necromancer, aren''t you, young master? Do you still have anything left to learn from others?" "There''s nothing more for me to learn about necromancy. I''m the best at that." What Karnak had gained knowledge in was the magic formula related to magic. Although Karnak''s skill in magic was also quite advanced, it wasn''t at the same absolute level as his necromancy. "And honestly, it didn''t even take that long! I finished it in five days, but for any other mage, it would have taken months." Karnak began to gather his mana. "Alright, let''s give this a test." Calmly, he channeled his chaos power and cast a spell. "Arise, spirit of the earth!" Boom! Part of the backyard rose and clumped together, forming a large golem made of earth. It was a golem summoning spell. Baros, who had been watching, lit up with excitement. "Oh! Are you going to overlay that golem with Death Armor now?" He thought Karnak was going to replicate Detzras'' spell, but surprisingly, Karnak shook his head. "No, I can''t do that." Chaos magic and Detzras'' magic formula had completely opposite directions. It was impossible to fuse magic and necromancy together like the Death Armor Golem. "Huh? Then what is it that you''ve learned?" Karnak smirked and snapped his fingers. "Something like this." Once again, there was a loud rumble. Boom! The noise didn''t stop with just one boom. Thud! Thud! Boom! All over the backyard, piles of earth clumped together and rose with a loud noise. And all of them turned into large golems standing tall on the ground. "Wha¡ª?" "Oh my!" Baros and Serati both widened their eyes in surprise. Before they knew it, there were about 20 golems standing in a row in the backyard. "How is this possible?" "Could you summon that many all at once?" Karnak responded proudly. "With just magic, it''s impossible." If their skills are similar, a necromancer''s summoning abilities are far superior to a mage''s in every way. That''s common sense in the world. It''s not particularly astonishing to see necromancers controlling dozens or hundreds of zombies or skeletons. But have you ever seen a mage control dozens or hundreds of golems? No matter how powerful a mage is, they would struggle to control even three or four golems. "Even archmages can''t drastically increase the number of golems they control. Do you know why?" "Why?" "Because mages have to personally design the control magic formula for each golem, every time." It''s not that they lack mana; it''s a matter of concentration and processing power. "So, instead of trying to control dozens of golems at once, most mages prefer to create a single super golem with the strength of dozens." On the other hand, necromancers are completely different. Necromancers don''t need to design control magic formulas for undead beings like zombies or skeletons. "The lingering consciousness in the corpse replaces the control magic formula." Once they are raised, that''s it. There''s almost no need for processing power or concentration. As long as you allow necromantic power, you can raise hundreds or even thousands of undead in an instant. "So, I combined the two methods." Pointing to the 20 golems he had summoned, Karnak smiled. "For each golem I summon, I infuse a lingering thought into it and control it using chaos power, just like necromancy." This was the new power he had acquired. It wasn''t possible to merge magic and necromancy like the cultists did, as their directions were entirely different. "And honestly, there''s no need to. At my level, why would I bother with something like that?" At that point, it was much better to simply use necromancy rather than trying to fuse magic with it. "But this method has quite a bit of usefulness." Karnak prepared another spell. Using necromancy-like techniques, he activated chaos magic. Dozens of black spheres of light rose behind him. Serati looked puzzled. "Isn''t that just Scorching Magic Bullets? Only the color''s different." "That''s what it looks like." Karnak, suggesting they wait and see, cast the spell. "Pitch-Black Magic Bullets!" Dozens of magic bullets struck different parts of the forest, creating a deafening explosion. Boom! Boom! Boom! The ground shook as if an earthquake had hit. The power was truly immense. Finally understanding, Serati nodded. "Ah, I see." The strength of magic lies in its destructive power. The strength of necromancy lies in its highly efficient use of mana and the ability to perform continuous bombardments with simple calculations. Pitch-Black Magic Bullets possessed both of these advantages. It allowed him to take only the strengths of both necromancy and magic. "Though, this probably wouldn''t be much help to ordinary mages. The difficulty is many times higher." If another mage tried to use this method, they would have to learn how to control necromancy in addition to the magic they already knew. Instead of wasting time on that, it would be a hundred times better to simply use their existing efficient magic. But Karnak was the best necromancer in the world. "Better to use a method that''s difficult but familiar than one that''s easy but awkward." Above all, there was another major advantage. "This still just looks like magic, doesn''t it?" He was only inserting lingering thoughts, not actual souls. This meant that the golems weren''t imbued with any evil energy or malevolence. Even if he controlled dozens of golems, no one would suspect him of being a necromancer. They''d simply marvel at the appearance of a genius summoner. The same applied to the Pitch-Black Magic Bullets. Since no evil energy or malevolence could be felt, others would merely think he was an incredibly smart mage who could fire a lot of magic bullets. In every way, the results were very satisfying. "If I spend more time, I could keep developing more exclusive magic formulas. I don''t know who they are, but this was really great study material." As Karnak calmed his mana, he felt content. Baros, who had been watching, muttered with envy, "Must be nice. I still can''t even grasp the concept of aura." "Oh, about that." Suddenly remembering, Karnak turned his head. "I think I figured out why you can''t awaken your aura." "Huh? How?" Baros couldn''t believe it. Karnak, who wasn''t even a warrior, had figured out the secret of aura that Baros himself didn''t know? "Yeah. I realized it during the interrogation of those cultists...." Karnak continued, as if it were ridiculous. "Baros, you''re actually a necromancer." Baros blinked in disbelief. "...Me?" *** In both his previous life and this one, Baros had always been the quintessential warrior. He had lived a life where his body did the work so his brain wouldn''t have to suffer. He had stayed far away from books his entire life. Thanks to Karnak constantly pestering him, he at least knew how to read, but it was limited to basic swordsmanship and martial arts manuals. "And yet, you''re telling me I''m a necromancer?" "I''m not saying you''re a proper necromancer...." Karnak scratched his head as he explained. "Think about it. Were any of those Lords of Darkness we''ve fought real necromancers?" Baros had a blank look on his face. "Come to think of it, those guys who ran wild, believing in the Darkness of Doom, were considered necromancers." Necromancy is different from magic. Sure, knowledge and wisdom are helpful, but lacking them doesn''t mean you can''t wield its power at all. There could even be illiterate necromancers who couldn''t read a single word. "But I''ve never dabbled in something like the Darkness of Doom, right? Or could it be that I somehow became tainted by darkness without realizing it?" That would be truly unfair! After his return, he had been living so carefully, paying attention to his health! Karnak shook his head. "Your body is fine. The problem lies in your soul." Mana, aura, divine power, and necromantic power. Once you master any of these energies, there''s no going back. In the process of storing it in your body and transforming it into power, both your soul and body become optimized for that particular energy. That''s right. Both the soul and the body. "What I''m saying is, just purging the energy from your body doesn''t fully reset everything." Even if Baros had returned to a younger version of his body, his soul was still that of a Death Knight Lord who once served the Death King. "...But I wasn''t a necromancer, I was a Death Knight." "Baros, what was your specialty? It was possession and dark battle aura, wasn''t it?" Someone who could possess others, steal their energy, or extract their energy entirely to convert it into power of darkness. "If that''s not what a necromancer does, then what is?" Baros looked stunned. "...Huh?" Come to think of it, it made sense. Karnak had been so utterly corrupted, and yet, the person who stuck with him for a hundred years wasn''t corrupt too? That couldn''t be possible. "Wait, so you were destined to become a necromancer all along, young master?" Karnak had said that he could only reincarnate after mastering necromantic power. That''s why he couldn''t master magic or anything else and had to create chaos magic instead. But in reality, whether he had necromantic power or not, his soul was already that of a necromancer, which meant he couldn''t learn anything else? "That''s not necessarily true." This was, in fact, the reason why Karnak hadn''t realized this problem until now. S~ea??h the n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Once energy accumulates in the body, there''s no turning back. However, when it comes to the soul, it''s merely a remnant of past habits. If you erase the habits ingrained in the soul, you can make a fresh start, but Karnak had unconsciously overlooked this possibility. "But thinking about it now, fixing those habits isn''t something simple." Let''s compare the process of mastering aura to playing with colors. If ordinary people''s souls are white and those who wield aura have red souls, then mastering aura would be like pouring red dye into the soul. But Baros''s soul was currently blue. "No matter how much red dye you pour into blue, all you''ll get is purple, right?" With that, no matter how much he practiced using traditional methods, the desired result would never come. First, he needed to turn his soul back to white. Only then could he follow the usual method to awaken the aura. "Basically, you''ve been buttoning your shirt wrong from the start." Baros slowly nodded, starting to understand the situation. "So, I need to create my own unique method of aura awakening?" "Exactly." "How do I do that?" Karnak avoided Baros''s eager gaze, looking away as if distracted. "How would I know? Am I a swordsman? You''re the swordsman." "Ugh...." Disappointed, Baros hung his head. But it was true. Karnak was a necromancer, after all. He could only point out issues related to necromancy. "The only choice is for me to find the answer myself." *** The group had a total of 20 days of vacation. During that time, Karnak made the most of it. He developed new techniques combining magic and necromancy, and also worked hard to stabilize the chaos power he had been recklessly increasing over time. His abilities as a mage improved significantly. Although he was still at the 6th circle, the power and efficiency of his magic had increased dramatically. In actual combat, he wouldn''t fall behind even when facing a 7th circle mage. Serati also spent the time diligently, recharging her body and mind. She reflected on her battles with strong opponents, incorporating what she learned, and continued to train her aura under Baros''s guidance. Only Baros was feeling frustrated. "It''s great that I identified the problem, but I have no idea how to solve it." His soul had developed bad habits, and now he was being told to erase them? But how exactly was he supposed to do that? All the knowledge and wisdom he had gained in his past life as a swordsman were useless in this situation. After all, this was an unprecedented case. The problem with walking a different path from others is that when you encounter issues, there''s nothing to refer to. Baros ultimately couldn''t find any answers. "Ugh, I''m the only one stuck in place." When their vacation ended, Karnak and his companions returned to the headquarters of the King''s Order. One of the subordinates from the 7th Battalion hurriedly greeted him. "Captain Karnak! You''ve finally returned!" He looked unusually tense compared to his usual demeanor. Karnak, noticing this, stiffened his expression and asked, "Is something wrong?" "Yes, it concerns the southern part of the kingdom, the region of Zetelva." The subordinate nodded seriously, continuing in a grave tone. "A cursed sword that drinks blood has appeared. They say it possesses those who wield it, turning them into murderous fiends." Karnak and Baros exchanged puzzled glances. [A sword that drinks blood and turns its user into a murderer?] [Isn''t that just a common cursed item, young master?] [Yeah. Nothing too special. Why all the commotion?] The subordinate, speaking in a tense voice, added, "In the past ten days, there have been over 500 victims. Commander Erantel is taking this matter very seriously." At that, both Karnak and Baros'' expressions turned grave. "...500? In just ten days?" "With just a single cursed sword? Does that even make sense?" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 84 - 83: The appearance of a Cursed Sword (1) Chapter 84: Chapter 83: The appearance of a Cursed Sword (1) Ten days ago, a mass slaughter occurred in the small rural village of Mareda in the Zetelva region. Not only the villagers, but even the livestock they raised were all dead. The notable detail was that both the villagers and the livestock had their blood drained, leaving them shriveled up like mummies. Suspecting the appearance of a vampire or a similar type of monster, a nearby temple began an investigation. And sure enough, they were found as corpses, drained of their blood. The unknown massacre continued. Starting from Mareda Village, in just five days, four more villages were wiped off the map. With casualties reaching the hundreds, it was only natural that the world would be thrown into turmoil. Eventually, even Archenbart City, the largest city in the Zetelva region, suffered a large number of casualties. In a city like this, no matter how powerful the monster, it couldn''t kill everyone it encountered. After slaughtering until it was exhausted, it fled, leaving many witnesses behind. At this point, the Church of the Goddess finally faced the perpetrator of the massacre head-on. The identity of the monster responsible for the countless killings was a small girl, no older than twelve or thirteen, holding a grotesque, two-handed sword. In the past, it would have been incomprehensible how such an insignificant girl could commit such a horrendous slaughter. But the times had changed. It was an era where the Darkness of Doom ran rampant across the continent, and necromancy flourished everywhere. The Church assessed the situation coolly and quickly recognized the presence of a cursed sword controlling the girl. After all, the overwhelming evil energy and bloodlust radiating from it were impossible to ignore. By examining the witnesses'' testimonies, the traces left at the scene, and comparing the energy with ancient records, they were able to make a fairly accurate judgment. -It''s presumed to be a cursed sword that draws power from its human host. -It seems to be a Blood Eater Cursed Sword. Spreading evil artifacts to sow chaos in the world was one of the specialties of heretic cultists. Moreover, the intervals between massacres were too short and the range too wide to be the work of an individual. There was a high possibility it was an organized effort. Naturally, the Church of the Goddess suspected the cult of the Dark God. If it was the work of cultists, the King''s Order would be involved. A message was sent to the capital, Drunta, and the 5th Battalion was dispatched to handle the mission. *** "...And then, just the other day, we received word. The 5th Battalion has been annihilated." With a sigh, Commander Erantel shook his head. Karnak and Baros nodded grimly. "Figures..." "No wonder the headquarters was in such a panic..." They were standing in the special conference room of the King''s Order headquarters. Commander Erantel, along with the key members of the 1st and 7th Battalions, were present. The annihilation of the 5th Battalion was the worst incident since the founding of the King''s Order. An event like this couldn''t be ignored. Thus, the 1st Battalion, known as the strongest in the King''s Order, and the 7th Battalion, which had recently been gaining prominence, were summoned together. The 1st Battalion was led by Captain Jiken, along with his adjutants Trib and Harris. The 7th Battalion was led by Captain Karnak, with his adjutants Baros and Serati. Commander Erantel addressed everyone as he looked around. "You all understand the situation now, right?" The lean man in his mid-forties, Jiken, wore a serious expression. "It''s... far beyond what I expected." The Church of the Goddess had estimated the power of the cursed sword to be around the upper level of a Red Knight, based on the scale of the previous massacres. Trib, a knight of a similar age, stroked his chin and muttered. "The 5th Battalion is no weak force, though..." Jiken, the 1st Battalion''s captain, was a 7th-circle mage, and his adjutant Trib was a Blue-class aura user. Both were among the strongest in the Yustil Kingdom. This was why the 1st Battalion was considered the strongest in the King''s Order. Even from their perspective, the power of the cursed sword was alarmingly high. "To single-handedly take down the entire 5th Battalion... Trib, do you think you could do that?" "It''s impossible. While it''s conceivable that one could massacre hundreds in a short time, depending on the circumstances..." After all, it was a massacre of ordinary civilians. The issue was more about mobility and endurance than individual strength, so it wasn''t entirely out of the realm of possibility. "Of course, only if someone was supporting them from behind. As humans, we aren''t free from the needs of eating and sleeping, are we?" On the other hand, if someone were under the influence of a cursed sword, they would be relatively free from such needs. "But against the 5th Battalion? No chance." Trib glanced at Erantel and asked. "Commander, would you be able to do it?" Under normal circumstances, he would have been modest, but this was a moment for assessing their opponent''s strength. Objective judgment was needed rather than needless humility. Erantel responded seriously. "If I were to give it my all, it might be possible. But there''s no guarantee I''d walk away unscathed." According to the report, the girl with the cursed sword had fought and left the scene without any significant injuries. The mood in the conference room grew somber. Erantel, Commander of the King''s Order, was one of only two Purple Knights in the Yustil Kingdom. Among aura users, this meant he was treated as a monster. And yet, a mere sword had turned an ordinary civilian¡ªnot even a sturdy man, but a frail girl¡ªinto such a monster? Jiken clicked his tongue. "Truly, the power of darkness exceeds our imagination. To think such a powerful cursed sword could exist... I never would have believed it." Karnak and Baros exchanged secret messages through telepathy as they watched the situation unfold. [This is becoming harder and harder to understand, young master.] [I agree. At that level, it''s not even just Blue aura anymore¡ªit''s more like Purple.] [Can such a powerful cursed sword really exist?] [Absolutely not.] [Right? I thought I was mistaken for a moment.] Serati interrupted their conversation. [Um, what exactly are you basing that on?] The world is vast. Even though Karnak had reached the pinnacle of necromancy, wasn''t it a bit of a stretch to make such a definitive statement? The reason was surprisingly simple. [Because I don''t know.] [That''s it?] [No, really, if I don''t know about it, then it doesn''t exist.] After Karnak became the Death King and ruled the world, he had scoured the entire continent, collecting all the dark artifacts he could find. At least when it came to necromantic items, nothing could escape his notice. [Then it''s possible someone newly created the cursed sword.] [That''s impossible too.] [Why?] [Because I can''t make one.] [.....Wow, that''s quite an arrogant statement.] But Karnak had every right to be. At least when it came to necromancy. [Lately, there have been a lot of people using necromancy in strange, new ways, so I can''t be completely sure...] Even if it were a fusion of other energies with necromantic power, such a cursed sword couldn''t exist in theory. [There''s a clear limit to how much power can be granted by external objects.] Even if there was some new method Karnak didn''t know about, allowing the creation of a cursed sword with power equivalent to a Purple Knight... [There''s no way a mere human could withstand that kind of power, right? They''d have exploded long ago.] [Maybe there''s a way to make them endure it.] [If there were, do you think I''d have abandoned my powers and gone through space-time regression?] This was coming from someone who had captured countless humans and made them explode in his quest to regain some human sensations. It was a well-founded assumption. [There''s something else going on here.] *** The meeting concluded, and a course of action was decided. Given the gravity of the situation, Commander Erantel had initially intended to handle the matter personally. Since the power of the cursed sword was equivalent to a Purple knight threat, he believed it was his duty as a Purple Knight to face it. But Jiken and Trib dissuaded him. "Commander, it would be unwise for you to leave your post." "We don''t know what the heretics might be plotting next." Commander of the Royal Knights, Alonde, and Commander of the King''s Order, Erantel, were the only two Purple aura users in the Yustil Kingdom. If the heretics were planning something in the capital, Erantel was one of the major obstacles in their way. "It could very well be a scheme to lure you out of the capital." "Even if it''s not, the risk of you leaving Drunta at this time is too great." They had already lost Prince Alford due to the heretics. While the end of the long royal feud was a relief, it left only Prince Lloyd as the sole heir to the throne. If something were to happen to him, the entire political situation of the Yustil Kingdom would be thrown into chaos. Jiken and Trib continued to persuade Erantel. "Please leave it to us." "We can handle this." "If we combine our forces, even you wouldn''t escape unscathed. And we have Lord Karnak and the 7th Battalion as well." Erantel was convinced. "Very well, I''ll leave it in your hands." Thus, the 1st and 7th Battalions moved together in a joint operation. Jiken, captain of the 1st Battalion, was appointed leader, and Karnak became the vice-leader. Additionally, the cursed sword was officially given a name. Of course, it wasn''t like such cursed swords carried their name engraved on the blade, so no one knew its original name. But it was inconvenient not to have a name for it. They can''t keep writing ''A cursed sword appeared in Region XX in the year XX of the Royal Calendar'' in every report, right? Thus, it became customary to give specific names to notable events or monsters, much like naming typhoons or earthquakes. "The Mareda Cursed Sword..." As they returned to their quarters, Karnak clicked his tongue. "As the world changes, even cursed swords get strange names." Normally, cursed swords like these would naturally acquire names over time, like "Lord of the Abyss" or "Summoner of Darkness." In contrast, this sword was named "Mareda"¡ªsimply because the village where it was first discovered and where the first casualties occurred was called Mareda. "Is this really okay? I bet the people who died would feel pretty wronged." The name of a village filled with precious memories had now become the name of an evil cursed sword. "At this rate, they won''t be able to rest in peace, even in death." Baros replied indifferently. "It''s just a name slapped on by some bureaucrats, right? That''s how things usually go around here." "True, it does feel very ''government-like.''" Serati, somewhat exasperated, asked. "You don''t care about the lives of the living, but you''re worried about the feelings of the dead?" "Why? Is that strange?" "...What''s strange is why you don''t find it strange." "Well, it''s a common thing for me." Serati''s expression turned odd. Come to think of it, it made sense. Ignoring the lives of the living while caring about the feelings of the dead? That''s the essence of necromancy, isn''t it? In any case, the three of them continued to walk briskly. The Mareda Cursed Sword was likely still out there, continuing its massacre. They didn''t have much time. By the end of the day, the entire 7th Battalion had to be gathered to join the 1st Battalion and head to the Zetelva region. Baros sighed as he voiced his complaint. "The King''s Order is always busy. We just returned from our leave today." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Sear?h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Chapter 85 - 84: The appearance of a Cursed Sword (2) Chapter 85: Chapter 84: The appearance of a Cursed Sword (2) It had been three days since Karnak and his party left the royal capital, Drunta. In a desolate rural village, dozens of outsiders appeared. They were the 1st and 7th Battalions of the King''s Order, who had immediately begun tracking the cursed sword as soon as they arrived in the Zetelva region. Their search led them to the village where the cursed sword Mareda had carried out its last massacre, and they began tracing its path from there. The village was littered with dried bloodstains. The soldiers grimaced as they passed through severed bodies and scattered human flesh. "Horrible." "Looks like at least dozens of people died." S§×ar?h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Jiken surveyed the surroundings and asked, "Are all the villagers here dead?" A woman in her early 30s with brown hair answered his question. She was Meili, a 2nd-class inquisitor of the 1st Battalion of the King''s Order and a priestess of Katerra, the goddess of fire and struggle. "There are about ten survivors. They''re being protected at the nearby Saisha temple." "So it didn''t manage to kill everyone." In the early days of the cursed sword''s appearance, there had been many cases where entire villages were annihilated, leaving no survivors. It was because they hadn''t had time to flee. To the villagers, unaware of the danger, it was nothing more than a ragged girl staggering toward them, holding a sword far too large for her. Who would think to run away from such a sight? If they were kind-hearted, they would approach the pitiful girl to help, and if they were wicked, they would approach with ill intentions. Either way, they would end up as prey for the cursed sword. But now, the entire Zetelva region was gripped by terror, and people fled in fear at the mere sight of the girl with the cursed sword. "No matter how powerful the cursed sword''s abilities are, it couldn''t possibly catch every villager fleeing in all directions." Jiken turned his head to look at a girl clad in the robes of Latiel. She was originally a subordinate of Karnak, a 2nd-class inquisitor of the 7th Battalion named Millia. "Inquisitor Millia, assist Inquisitor Meili in the pursuit." "Yes, sir." As the order was given, the two women, accompanied by ten soldiers, headed out of the village. They were tracking the cursed sword Mareda''s movements by identifying the traces of darkness left behind throughout the village. Looking at those remaining, Jiken continued. "We''ll follow them at a distance. Everyone, stay on high alert." *** The 1st and 7th Battalions continued southward, tracking the cursed sword Mareda. The pursuit progressed smoothly. The traces of darkness were extremely strong and continued without pause. The traces were so distinct that even a 2nd-class inquisitor could easily follow them. Their progress was so unhindered that Serati couldn''t help but feel puzzled. [Are we really following it correctly, Lord Karnak?] [We''re doing fine. Why?] [It''s just that it seems too easy.] [There''s nothing strange about it.] From the moment one becomes possessed by the cursed sword, all reason and intelligence are lost. The wielder becomes nothing more than a being wandering in search of blood and slaughter. [That''s just how cursed swords are. They don''t hide from anyone.] The reason they hadn''t been able to stop it before was that everyone it encountered had been killed, not because it couldn''t be found. [Even the 5th Battalion found it easily. The problem was what came after.] [True.] [Don''t worry. That man Jiken is doing a good job. This should wrap up without too much trouble.] As the 1st and 7th Battalions moved southeast for about half a day, Meili and Millia, who had been leading the pursuit, returned to report. Both women had tense expressions. "We''ve located the cursed sword Mareda, Sir Jiken." *** Beyond the small hill that overlooked the plains, a sparse forest stretched out before them. The girl with the cursed sword was hiding within the shadows of the forest. She sat under a thick tree, crouching as if to avoid the sunlight, her body curled up as much as possible. "Is that her?" Surveying the target, Jiken gave his orders. "Everyone, form a perimeter." The 1st and 7th Battalions spread out, positioning themselves throughout the forest. It was a strategy nearly identical to the one used by the 5th Battalion. It was a typical tactic when dealing with necromancers or undead monsters. When facing necromancers or undead creatures, it''s dangerous to recklessly charge in with sheer numbers. Monsters that feed on human blood can recover their strength and powers by devouring allies. Weak attackers would only be a hindrance. That''s the reason the elite King''s Order was established in the first place. But that cursed sword Mareda was comparable to a Purple Knight in terms of its current capabilities. Even members of the special forces like the King''s Order would be considered weak against it. Only powerful aura users and high-ranking mages were worthy of directly facing the cursed sword. Still, unpredictable variables could arise, so the remaining soldiers formed a perimeter to apply pressure. As the perimeter was completed, two men drew their swords and stepped forward. One was Trib, a blue aura user and vice-captain of the 1st Battalion. The other was Harris, a red aura user and Jiken''s adjutant. With the addition of Jiken, a 7-circle mage, and Meili, a 2nd-class inquisitor, the elite members of the 1st Battalion were assembled. Jiken, holding his magic wand, looked back at Karnak and Serati. "We''ll take the lead and scout the area. You two move according to the situation." "Understood." "We''ll stand by." Both of them were also strong enough to directly confront the cursed sword¡ªafter all, they were a 6-circle mage and a Red Knight. However, sheer numbers alone didn''t guarantee success. If they acted without coordination, they might end up getting in each other''s way. Thus, they agreed to maintain the perimeter and wait, only stepping in if the balance shifted or danger arose. As for Baros? He wasn''t even mentioned since he wasn''t an aura user to begin with. "Ah, this is frustrating," he muttered to himself. Drawing their aura swords, Trib and Harris approached the tree stump where the girl was sitting. The girl remained motionless. But the cursed sword was different. Vvvvmmmm... The sword vibrated, emitting a bizarre resonance. Laughter echoed through the air, faint and eerie. A chilling, mocking laugh. Hehe... Darkness began to rise around the cursed sword. At the same time, the girl moved. It wasn''t that the girl stood up holding the sword, but rather the sword lifted her into the air as it hovered. ''The evil aura is getting stronger,'' Jiken thought, his tension rising as he stroked the tip of his wand. With the example of the 5th Battalion in mind, they couldn''t act recklessly. "Let''s see how it reacts." Vast amounts of mana flowed through the magic formula, manifesting into the present world as a spell. Flames erupted from the tip of his wand, and the blazing fire swirled in midair, forming a vortex. "Flame Strike!" A massive pillar of fire pierced the center of the forest. An enormous explosion began to shake the entire forest. Boom! *** Explosive flames surged from all directions. Serati grumbled as he shielded his face. "Why use a fire spell in the middle of a forest...?" It could easily lead to a wildfire. But Karnak didn''t seem concerned. "He must''ve known what he was doing. No way a 7-circle mage wouldn''t have considered that." Sure enough, the towering flames vanished in just a few seconds. Only the spot where the cursed sword had been was reduced to black ash, while the rest of the area remained untouched. From the start, the spell had been cast with follow-up measures in mind. Perfect control over the concentration and destruction of the magic, without any unnecessary waste of power. Flawless skill. Unfortunately, it missed. "Tch!" The girl soared through the black smoke. She didn''t appear to be injured. It seemed she had managed to evade the strike just in time. "Ahahaha!" The girl burst into laughter and charged straight at them. Jiken raised a shield and shouted. "Trib! Harris!" The two were already moving. "Hup!" With a short shout, Trib''s blue aura sword danced in the air. His blue sword light clashed repeatedly with the cursed sword''s dark energy, creating piercing sounds. In the midst of the chaos, Harris aimed for the girl''s back. He approached carefully, focusing intently on the flow of all the energy and currents around him. ''Never let your guard down.'' The 5th Battalion''s aura user had been a Red Knight, just like Harris. If they had lost their lives so easily, how could he afford to relax? After ensuring a safe distance, he calmly launched his red aura sword. "Take this!" Blue, red, and black lights intertwined, creating a chaotic whirlwind of colors. The continuous sound of explosions and clashing metal filled the air. Boom! Boom! Boom! After successfully halting the cursed sword''s movements, Jiken and Meili stepped forward. Swinging his wand, Jiken cast an ice-type spell. "Freeze! Fall from the sky! This is the command of the king who rules over winter!" Countless icicles formed and rushed toward the cursed sword. Each time, a black aura surged up, shattering the icicles, sending dazzling fragments scattering in all directions. But it didn''t end just by breaking them. The shattered fragments clung to everything within range, freezing whatever they touched. The surface of the cursed sword began to freeze as if covered in fog, and the girl''s movements started to slow. Of course, this also affected Trib and Harris. The cold made them sluggish as well. But they had a priest at their side. "Katerra, bestow the blessing of struggle upon those who fight!" A holy light washed away the cold from both of them. Freed from the ice, Trib and Harris began to press their attack even harder, raising their aura. "Hyaaaah!" The intense battle raged on. Indeed, the cursed sword Mareda was strong. Despite the relentless assault from all four of them, it did not retreat and continued its fierce offense. Yet, Jiken felt a sense of relief. The girl with the cursed sword was alone. Meanwhile, the King''s Order still had plenty of reinforcements left. ''At this rate, we shouldn''t have any major problems.'' Perhaps frustrated by the lack of results, the girl with the cursed sword suddenly leapt back and let out a strange laugh. "Kya-hahaha!" At the same time, her eyes flashed menacingly. Two beams of sword light shot towards Trib and Harris. But the outcome was different. "Hmph!" "Not a chance!" Both of them easily blocked the attack with their aura swords. Unlike earlier, the cursed sword Mareda had been significantly slowed by Jiken''s ice magic. The two of them were more than capable of stopping the sluggish sword light. The girl tilted her head in confusion, as if puzzled by the outcome. Then, she started laughing even louder. "Hahahaha!" Sensing the time was right, Jiken shouted. "Karnak! Serati!" It was the signal for them to join the battle. Until now, they had been held back to avoid any potential miscoordination. But after observing the fight for a while, it was clear that both were skilled enough to sync their movements with the others. Without hesitation, Serati unleashed her aura and leaped into the fray. "Yes!" With her joining the battle, the previously even balance was broken. Under the barrage of aura-infused sword strikes from all sides, the girl with the cursed sword began to falter. Her skin tore, blood flowed, and black energy seeped out, staining the surrounding air. Yet still, she laughed. "Hahahaha!" It wasn''t out of confidence, but rather because her mind had completely snapped. Karnak stepped forward, gripping his wand. "I call upon thee, eyes of the sky, to pierce through the earth..." Just as Karnak was about to cast his spell, something unexpected happened. The girl''s laughter suddenly stopped. "..." It wasn''t just that she stopped. She was staring directly at Karnak. The look of shock on her face was clearly reflected in Karnak''s eyes. Suddenly, she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Kyaaaa!" Everyone was taken aback. It was an entirely unforeseen reaction. "What the¡ª?" "What''s going on?" Her piercing scream echoed through the forest. The girl, trembling all over, stepped back. "Aaaah! Aaaah!" Then, without warning, she launched herself into the air. In one swift motion, she leaped over the perimeter and headed toward the far side of the forest. It was a clear attempt to escape. "Ah, damn it!" Only then did Trib come to his senses and attempt to give chase, but it was too late. The girl with the cursed sword had already vanished beyond the forest, disappearing completely. Those left behind could only stand there, staring blankly at where she had fled. "..." With a bewildered expression, Jiken asked, "What on earth did you do, Lord Karnak?" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 86 - 85: The appearance of a Cursed Sword (3) Chapter 86: Chapter 85: The appearance of a Cursed Sword (3) All eyes, as if by some silent agreement, turned to one man. No one said anything, but their expressions fiercely demanded an explanation. "What''s going on?" Karnak frowned. "What do you all think I did?" Jiken averted his gaze awkwardly. "No, no, that''s not it." Truthfully, Karnak hadn''t done anything. He hadn''t even finished reciting the spell. "The situation is just so absurd that I had to say something." Trib and Harris chimed in as well. "Maybe it''s just a coincidence?" "It seems the timing just happened to align when Lord Karnak joined us." The suspicion dissipated quickly. There was no real reason to doubt him, after all. Of course, this was only the perspective of those who didn''t know the full story. Baros and Serati, on the other hand, were still tenaciously skeptical. [Come on, Young Master.] [Confess the truth.] [What did you do?] [If you had such a trick, you should''ve told us in advance!] Karnak, flaring up, protested. [I swear, I didn''t do anything!] Yet, for someone protesting, his expression wasn''t exactly one of pure injustice. To be honest, Karnak himself was feeling uneasy. An unidentified cursed sword fleeing the moment it saw the former Death King? Was it really just a coincidence? It seemed a bit of a stretch. ''Damn, what did I do? Even I find this suspicious.'' *** The cursed sword''s girl fled. She was also properly surrounded, but she was lost in vain. But Jiken didn''t blame the King''s Order members. He had no right to blame anyone. He had been caught off guard himself. "Man, I never imagined she would run away...." The fact that something like a cursed sword even had the concept of retreat was astonishing in itself. Swords of that type turn their hosts into berserkers. Retreat because things aren''t going well? Such a sword shouldn''t even be capable of recognizing that things aren''t going in its favor. Back in Archenbart City, it had supposedly fled after massacring until its strength ran out, but the truth was, it had killed enough to be satisfied and left to rest. That''s just what they had written in the report. Regardless, now they had to track the cursed sword again. Priestess Meili and Millia took the lead. As usual, they advanced through the forest, sensing the traces of darkness. "Oh?" Suddenly, Meili''s expression darkened. Jiken asked, "What''s wrong?" "The pattern has changed." The cursed sword was no longer leaving traces of darkness everywhere. The trail was abruptly breaking off in places. And the distances between the traces were growing wider and wider. After about an hour of wandering through the forest, Meili sighed and raised her hands. "We''ve lost it. The trail has completely vanished." Feeling troubled, Harris asked, "What should we do now, Captain Jiken?" *** They continued the search for a long time, but they couldn''t find any trace of the cursed sword. The sun was slowly setting. Shadows spread thickly across the forest, and the trees and bushes began to fade into the darkness. Jiken made a decision. "It''s better to withdraw for now and come up with a new plan." Even though they had brought camping gear, there was no reason to stay in the forest after losing track of their target. Moreover, since they couldn''t pinpoint the location of the cursed sword Mareda, they had to consider the possibility of a counterattack. "In a situation like this, the right decision is to regroup and rearm in a safe place." The closest city to their current position was Archenbart City. The 1st and 7th battalions left the forest and headed there. Even with a large group of around 40 people combined, finding lodging wasn''t a problem. Due to the chaos caused by the rampaging cursed sword Mareda, nearby trade had temporarily halted. As a result, the inns in Archenbart were nearly empty, making it easy to secure rooms for the entire King''s Order. "Tonight, everyone can relax. Drinking is permitted, as long as it''s not excessive." After all, they would have to restart the pursuit of the cursed sword from the beginning. Considering they would be on a forced march for some time, it was wise to let everyone rest tonight. Once the dismissal order was given, the members dispersed. Karnak''s group also headed to their respective lodgings. As usual, Karnak, Baros, Serati, and Millia shared a room. Exhausted from chasing the cursed sword, Millia soon fell fast asleep, and Serati, who hadn''t done much and wasn''t particularly tired, unpacked her things and headed to Karnak''s room. Upon entering, she found Karnak and Baros still pondering the earlier incident. "What do you think happened, Young Master? It couldn''t have just been a coincidence, right?" "I don''t know. If it''s just a coincidence, I''ve probably committed too many sins for that." Serati, sitting on the bed, joined the conversation. "Do you have no idea at all, Lord Karnak?" Baros answered in his place. "Honestly, there are some ideas." As the old saying goes, when you stare into the abyss, the abyss also stares back at you. "Maybe the evil spirit inside the cursed sword had a fit when it saw the Young Master?" "Why are you saying I''m the abyss?!" Karnak glared at them in frustration. However, he couldn''t completely dismiss the idea. Even he found parts of it unsettling. "...Am I really the abyss?" It wasn''t an entirely baseless theory. What is a cursed sword? A sword possessed by an evil spirit, luring its host into all sorts of bizarre phenomena¡ªa sword haunted by an evil spirit, to put it simply. And not just any evil spirit, but one in a very bad state. An evil spirit being terrified at the sight of the king of evil spirits? "When you put it that way, it kind of makes sense..." Karnak mumbled but then shook his head. "No, something still doesn''t add up." He wasn''t the Death King he once was. "How would the sword''s spirit even know I was a king in the first place?" Even if he had once been a tyrant, would an evil spirit that encountered him now, in ragged clothes wandering the streets, instantly recognize him and tremble in fear? "If the spirit in the cursed sword can see through space and time into my past, that would be even stranger." After pondering for a while, Karnak irritably scratched his head. "Ugh, I don''t know." There wasn''t enough information for now. Until they could capture the cursed sword and study it, there would be no answers. "I''m hungry. Let''s eat." As if waiting for the cue, Baros spoke up. "Let''s go. I found a decent tavern near the inn. The innkeeper recommended it." "Is it good?" "They say they''re good at cooking lamb. The special sauce is supposed to be amazing. The innkeeper insisted we try it." "Oh, let''s check it out." As if they had never been pondering the issue, Karnak and Baros began smacking their lips, savoring the thought of food. Serati, watching them, remarked in disbelief. "You two still prioritize food above all else, don''t you?" Well, considering why they had turned back time, it made perfect sense. "So, are you not coming, Serati?" Of course, there was no way she would refuse something delicious. "Of course I''m going." Karnak grinned as he stood up. "Then let''s keep thinking while we eat. After all, everything we do is so we can keep living, right?" It was a common phrase everyone used, but for him right now, it was the clearest mission of all. *** Unlike the generally desolate atmosphere in the inns, the taverns were quite bustling by dinnertime. Inns mostly housed outsiders, but taverns were frequented by locals. And no matter how much havoc the cursed sword Mareda caused, it wouldn''t appear in the heart of the city. It wasn''t that it couldn''t enter the city¡ªit had no reason to. A cursed sword is like a ferocious bear that just woke from hibernation. Its evil spirit is always hungry, and it''s never satisfied. There''s no way such a sword would pass by a human without acting. Before even reaching the city, it would run wild on the outskirts. In fact, the cursed sword Mareda had appeared near Archenbart City''s walls, slaughtering there before disappearing. Since the city itself was safe, people moved around without much worry. Thanks to this, the members of the King''s Order also scattered in small groups, enjoying their rest. Wallace and Beric from the 7th Battalion were no exception. They found a spot, sat down, and quietly talked over blackcurrant brandy. "What do you think happened?" S§×arch* The N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "I don''t know, but it''s not all that strange, really." Mareda''s sudden retreat had surprised them too. But not as much as it had the 1st Battalion. The 7th had long grown accustomed to Karnak''s strange antics. "Our captain has always been a mysterious person, right?" "And Sir Baros is quite an odd one too. How is he so strong when he''s not even an aura user?" "Exactly. He doesn''t seem all that fast, but before you know it, you''re already subdued." A nail hidden in a pocket eventually pokes through. Karnak and Baros had tried to be cautious in their own way, but most of the 7th Battalion members felt some sense of unease, whether big or small. The only one who wasn''t particularly odd was Serati. She was a reasonably skilled aura user, after all. It was impressive that such a beauty had become an aura user, but not beyond understanding. However, she was a bit strange in her own way. "Do you know what''s funny about those guys?" "What?" "The way they suddenly go silent and have intense staring contests with each other." "Yeah, I saw that too. I have no idea what they''re up to." With that, the two happily drank and filled up on food. Starting tomorrow, they will resume the dangerous pursuit. This was their only chance to relax and drink. "We''ve had quite a bit." "Shall we head back?" "Yeah, we should call it a night since we have to move tomorrow." With a pleasant buzz, Wallace and Beric left the tavern. The sharp autumn wind cut around the corners, brushing against their skin. As they left the alley, they emerged into the closed market. The merchants had long packed up, leaving the place completely deserted. There, she stood. A small girl with dirty, matted ash-gray hair and a bizarrely large, grotesque two-handed sword. Beric''s expression turned blank. "...Huh?" It was a familiar face and a familiar sword. After all, it was the face they had seen that very morning. How could it not be familiar? But it didn''t make any sense. There had been no commotion. No screams were heard. Yet, how could that be here, right in the middle of the city? The smile on the lips of the girl gripping the cursed sword grew wider. A giggle... Her faint sneer was followed by two chilling screams. *** Standing on the street in the deep night, where even the moonlight was dim, Jiken let out a sigh. "My God..." Trib and Harris echoed in grim tones. "How in the world..." "For something like this to happen in the heart of the city..." It had all happened about three or four hours earlier. Since it was late, they did a routine headcount before heading to bed. The 1st Battalion had returned to the inn in full, but two members of the 7th Battalion were missing. It was an embarrassing situation for the 7th Battalion, especially for Serati, who was part of the leadership. "They''ve probably just had too much to drink and are stumbling around somewhere!" For the record, Karnak and Baros didn''t think much of it. Neither of them had much sense of shame to begin with. But Serati, who had a much more sensible and reasonable perspective, was naturally furious and set out to search for them immediately. And that''s when she found them. The dried-up, shriveled corpses of Wallace and Beric lying in the middle of the street. Everyone stared at the bodies in shock. Even Karnak. ''Uh, even I''m a little shaken by this.'' [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 87 - 86: The appearance of a Cursed Sword (4) Chapter 87: Chapter 86: The appearance of a Cursed Sword (4) The clerics, Meili and Millia, carefully examined the corpse. "The corpse has been completely drained of blood." "It matches the victims of the cursed sword Mareda." Confused, Jiken asked, "Are you saying the cursed sword appeared in the middle of the city?" That was odd enough, but there was something even stranger. "And neither of you sensed anything?" The King''s Order''s lodgings and the place where the body was found were only about a block apart. If the cursed sword had used the power of darkness, there was no way the clerics wouldn''t have sensed it. Shrugging, the two priestess answered in uncertain voices. "I don''t know..." "I was asleep..." It wasn''t entirely their fault. The surroundings were unnaturally clean. There was no trace of darkness, like malevolent energy or an aura of malice, to be felt. It was no wonder they hadn''t sensed anything. [Even I didn''t feel anything.] [You too, Young Master?] Baros asked, perplexed. [But necromancy was involved. How could you not feel anything, Young Master?] [I know, that''s why I said I was shocked too.] It was absurd. If the cursed sword had used its power, there should have been traces left behind. But if no force had been used, why had Wallace and Beric fallen? "Let me ask in return." Jiken, who had been thinking about something, questioned the two clerics. "In what scenario could these two be killed without either of you sensing anything?" Meili and Millia exchanged glances. "Huh?" "Um, well..." This was a situation they hadn''t considered before. After a long pause, Meili was the first to answer. "In a situation like this, it could be possible." Someone unconnected to necromancy subdues and kills Wallace and Beric, and then the cursed sword Mareda simply drains their blood afterward. "In that case, we wouldn''t have sensed anything. The blood-draining process happens inside the body, so nothing would spread externally." Millia offered her own explanation. "This scenario is also possible." The place where Wallace and Beric were killed might not be here at all. "If they were killed far enough away that we couldn''t sense it, and then their blood-drained corpses were brought here, we wouldn''t have noticed anything." Jiken''s expression hardened even more. "Both lead to one conclusion." There was an accomplice. This means someone was either helping the cursed sword Mareda from behind, or a third party with the ability to control the sword''s movements was involved. "Because the cursed sword itself wouldn''t be capable of making such a decision." At this point, the most suspicious culprits were clear. "Could it be the Cult of the Dark God?" At Jiken''s words, Karnak narrowed his eyes. [That seems unlikely.] [Why?] At Serati''s question, he glanced at the two clerics. [If those cult bastards had used their power, I would''ve noticed. Even if these two didn''t.] [But they could have avoided using necromancy, right?] [Does the cult even have someone that skilled?] Wallace and Beric were members of the King''s Order, elite among the elite. Would such a powerful individual, capable of killing them without necromancy, really be part of the Dark God''s cult? Serati thought it was possible. [Faith isn''t always born from practicality.] [You''ve got a point there.] Karnak tilted his head in thought. [Come to think of it, maybe those cultists really were involved?] [Why the sudden change of mind?] [It''s just... this is another method I don''t know.] Looking down at the shriveled corpses, Karnak frowned. [Since my return, any necromancy I didn''t know about has always been related to those guys.] *** Jiken gathered the entire 1st and 7th Battalions at an inn. There was a chance that the cursed sword Mareda might strike again during the night. They even set up night watches, remaining on high alert. Night watches in the middle of the city seemed ridiculous, but no one complained. After all, two comrades had just been killed. Most stayed up all night or only slept lightly, so it was questionable whether night watches were even necessary. Thus, the entire King''s Order spent a tense night. However, the cursed sword did not reappear by the time the morning sun rose. *** A small room on the second floor of the inn. The leadership of the 1st and 7th Battalions gathered to discuss what to do next. Looking at Jiken, Harris asked, "What do we do now, Captain?" Originally, the plan was to remain here in the city of Archenbart, waiting for another victim of the cursed sword to appear so they could focus their search there. Since they had already lost the trail, they had no other choice. They couldn''t just wander aimlessly through the wilderness with no leads, could they? The cursed sword Mareda had been attacking villages in this area, so they had assumed they could easily track it down again. But now, it had shown up in the middle of the city. Their starting premise had completely changed. Trib frowned. "This is troublesome. This is entirely different from tracking an ordinary fugitive." If the target were cultists, there was a specific method to track them. Since they were human, they couldn''t escape the basic needs of food, clothing, and shelter, allowing a somewhat limited search range. However, the cursed sword drained human blood to supply energy to its host. This meant it had no need for meals. Furthermore, it didn''t care about the host''s health, so there was no need to sleep under a roof or wear decent clothes. Meili, a priestess of the Goddess of Fire, Katerra, clicked her tongue. "We''re dealing with a cannibal monster, so we can''t use the usual tracking methods." Karnak, who had been listening from the side, suddenly muttered. [It is a monster, but it''s not exactly a cannibal.] Serati was puzzled. [Isn''t it?] [Sucking human blood is more like absorbing nutrients. If you call that cannibalism, then wouldn''t a fetus in the womb also be a cannibal for getting nutrients through the umbilical cord?] [Why are you being so defensive? What''s going on?] [Well, uh...] Karnak suddenly started dodging the question. Baros smirked and chimed in. [It''s probably because he used to consume a lot of it himself.] Serati glared at Karnak in shock. [You didn''t actually eat people, did you?] [It''s not cannibalism!] Absorbing human blood made one an evil monster, but actually enjoying eating people would make one an evil perverted monster. Being just a monster was better than being a perverted monster. [Still, the fact that you don''t like being called a cannibal means you''ve become more human.] At Baros'' comment, Karnak tilted his head. [...Have I?] In any case, since their opponent was a blood-sucking monster, they needed to come up with an appropriate countermeasure. After some thought, Jiken spoke up. "In the end, the question is this: Is the cursed sword Mareda deliberately targeting the King''s Order?" If it was indeed targeting them: "Then there''s no need to leave Archenbart City. We just need to prepare thoroughly and face the cursed sword when it attacks again." If it was just a coincidence: "The cursed sword will probably attack nearby villages again. In that case, we can resume our original plan of tracking it." Everyone agreed with Jiken''s conclusion. Either way, the King''s Order''s task wouldn''t change. "In that case, we need to find a different location than this inn." Looking out the window, Karnak added, "We need a fortress within the city¡ªsomeplace where we can respond effectively to external attacks, rest, and reorganize." *** What seemed like a challenging condition was surprisingly easy to resolve. They simply requisitioned the largest mansion in Archenbart City. The place was grand enough to house the entire 1st and 7th Battalions of the King''s Order with room to spare, to the point where Baros was concerned. "Is this really okay? The owner of a mansion like this must belong to a very powerful family. Won''t there be any backlash?" Serati shrugged. "They said there''s no issue." "Really?" "Yeah, apparently it''s Captain Jiken''s cousin''s house." "Ah, I see." In addition to being high-ranking mages, one of the requirements for becoming a captain in the King''s Order was to be a noble of influential lineage. Captain Jiken, for example, was a high-ranking mage with the 7th Circle, but he was also the second son of a marquis family. He wasn''t involved in his family''s affairs and instead pursued the life of a mage, but his noble blood was on a level that rural nobles like Karnak couldn''t even dream of. Of course, nowadays, Karnak also had considerable status thanks to the seal of Prince Lloyd, making him just as influential as Jiken. "Even if that weren''t the case, it wouldn''t be a problem. Right now, Archenbart City is fully cooperating with the King''s Order." Due to the chaos caused by the cursed sword Mareda, trade in and out of the city had significantly slowed. Since the economic impact was severe, it was in Archenbart''s best interest for the issue to be resolved quickly. As a result, the King''s Order was receiving abundant¡ªalmost excessive¡ªsupport. Not only did they get the mansion, but they were also provided with the finest food supplies. Skilled blacksmiths were sent to ensure their weapons and armor were in perfect condition. Trustworthy servants, sent by local nobles, took care of the chores, freeing the members of the King''s Order from all mundane tasks. All the soldiers had to do was stay in the mansion and maintain their top condition. It didn''t feel like they were trapped either. They were living in a luxurious house, being waited on, eating excellent meals, and sleeping in comfortable beds. Honestly, there wasn''t a better vacation than this. After spending so much time in the field, this was the perfect opportunity for the soldiers to focus on training that had been neglected. Only Karnak and his group felt a little uneasy. "We already used up all our delayed leave, and now it feels like we''re on another vacation." "Exactly. We''ve already rested enough." It had been three days since they moved into the mansion, but there had been no developments. No attacks, no news, nothing. Watching Serati and Baros lounging around, Karnak gestured with his chin. "Let''s eat. They say food is the one thing that stays with you." S§×ar?h the ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Sounds good! I heard we got some excellent deer today." Excited, the two men sauntered off toward the dining room. With a sigh, Serati followed them. "Ugh, I''m going to gain weight at this rate." *** Karnak spread a generous amount of butter on a freshly baked loaf of bread and stuffed it into his mouth, washing it down with rich ale. With a satisfied expression, he chewed slowly. "Ah, delicious. Yum." It was a luxury he could never enjoy while on a mission. It wasn''t that butter or bread was expensive, but the luxury lay in the fact that the bread had just come out of the oven. Out in the fields, there were no ovens. Baros sliced a piece of grilled deer leg and placed it on Karnak''s plate as he asked, "What''s the plan for today, Young Master?" "Same as always." They would remain on standby, do some training, stretch their bodies, and stay alert for any emergencies. Serati glanced out the window. "Well, nothing''s likely to happen during the day. We only need to worry about the nights." Malevolent energy and aura of darkness are greatly weakened in the sunlight. Those who wield the power of darkness never act during the day. "Still, don''t let your guard down." Picking up a piece of meat with his fork, Karnak added, "Mareda might not move during the day, but the cultists could still attack." "Oh, come on. If they did that, they''d have to disguise it as Mareda''s doing. The chances of that happening are really¡ª" Baros was about to wave it off when suddenly, an explosion rocked the mansion from the other side of the dining hall. KABOOM! Baros stared blankly, his mouth still full of meat. "...Huh?" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 88 - 87: A blood-drinking sword (1) Chapter 88: Chapter 87: A blood-drinking sword (1) Temporary Training Ground Behind the Mansion. A thick cloud of smoke lingered in the area where the 7th Battalion of the King''s Order was catching up on their missed training. The smoke came from an explosion that had just blown apart part of the outer wall. About ten swordsmen and mages formed a battle formation and readied themselves. "Everyone, stay on guard!" "Identify the target!" A shadow moved swiftly through the smoke. It was a girl with ashen-gray hair, moving along the edge of the training ground, leaping over the collapsed wall. The expressions of the soldiers hardened when they saw the two-handed sword she was holding. "It''s her." "Is that really the cursed sword Mareda?" One of the soldiers, looking incredulous, glanced up at the sky. "...But it''s broad daylight?" As members of the King''s Order, an agency that specialized in dealing with dark cult, they were all well aware of the nature of cursed swords, creatures born of darkness. A cursed sword like Mareda appearing under the sun wasn''t a good sign. Its power would be significantly weakened in daylight. ''But why?'' This was far from normal. Everyone grew tense, their confusion evident. ''Are we mistaken about something?'' ''Could it be that this cursed sword doesn''t lose its power, even in daylight?!'' At that moment, the girl with the cursed sword swung her weapon wide. From the tip of the blade, a red aura of darkness erupted, lashing out like a whip and striking different parts of the training ground. Bang! Bang! Bang! The soldiers of the 7th Battalion dodged the attack with relative ease and exchanged confused glances. "...Wait, no?" "She really is weakened, isn''t she?" Her power had drastically decreased. It was at a level that a red-class aura user could easily handle. Of course, that didn''t mean the 7th Battalion soldiers could relax. There were no aura users present at the moment. Trib and Harris had both stayed up all night and were napping. "What about Dame Serati?" "She''s eating." "She''ll be here soon." They began carefully engaging the girl with the cursed sword. There was no need to forcefully defeat her. All they had to do was tie her down and buy time. Normally, facing the cursed sword would have been impossible, as it possessed overwhelming power... ''What is this?'' ''We can manage this?'' The sound of clashing swords rang out dozens of times as they exchanged blows. The soldiers'' expressions shifted oddly. ''She''s definitely weaker!'' That monstrous strength that used to slice through people and weapons alike in a single strike had diminished significantly. They were still being pushed back in direct confrontation, but it wasn''t as overwhelming as before. However, that didn''t mean the cursed sword had become easy to deal with either. ''But wait...'' ''In another sense, she''s stronger!'' While her raw power and dark aura had decreased, her movements were far superior now. She attacked, withdrew, pressed forward, and maintained distance with such efficient precision that they couldn''t find an opening. "Gah!" "What... What is this?" The battalion members were flustered. The girl, who had previously moved like a wild beast driven by pure instinct, was now demonstrating refined and sophisticated swordsmanship, as if she had become a master swordsman. Moreover, she wasn''t wearing that usual eerie smirk. Instead, she remained calm and expressionless the whole time. "..." The ashen-haired girl darted across the training ground like a fierce leopard, her blade slicing the air with a chilling brilliance wherever she moved. "Ugh!" "Hah, hah!" Despite the pressure, the battalion members managed to hold their ground. No one had fallen yet. While part of it was due to the weakened power of the cursed sword, something about the girl''s movements seemed off. ''Since earlier...'' ''It seems like she''s only targeting that one person?'' With sharp, agile attacks, she focused solely on chasing one man, as if he were the sworn enemy of her parents. Her movements showed no interest in the other battalion members at all. The target, Lephan, a member of the 7th Battalion, had also realized this. "What the hell? Why is she only after me?" He felt slightly indignant, but this was actually an opportunity. "Hey! I''ll keep running, so cover me from behind!" The others quickly understood and adjusted their formation. Lephan focused solely on evading, while the rest of the 7th Battalion worked hard to block the cursed sword''s path. Of course, this strategy wasn''t going to take down the girl. But who cared? The one meant to defeat her wasn''t them anyway. A sharp sound rang out in the distance. It was Serati, the aura user of the 7th Battalion. "Is everyone alright?" Shrouded in a red aura, she was rapidly closing the gap, covering over 10 meters with each step. The girl flinched at the sight of Serati. "..." Suddenly, the girl''s skin began to tear, and blood oozed from her wounds. The spilled blood turned into an aura of darkness, forming a shadowy armor around her, blocking the sunlight. She then raised the cursed sword high and slammed it into the ground. Boom! An enormous explosion erupted, the same one that had previously destroyed the mansion''s wall. Dust and debris filled the air, and in the midst of the chaos, the girl leaped away. Her direction was clear¡ªshe was fleeing outside the mansion. "Running away again?" Grinding her teeth, Serati increased her speed. But the girl with the cursed sword was faster. In an instant, she dashed out into the street, leaping over the rooftops and disappearing from view. Serati gave chase, but by the time she reached the rooftops, the girl was already out of sight. "Damn it, did I lose her...?" Looking down at the cityscape of Archenbart, Serati frowned. "If she was going to flee so easily, why did she come here in the first place?" *** Trib, Harris, and Jiken, who had been napping, arrived late. After hearing the report, Trib and Harris both voiced their doubts. "The cursed sword attacked?" "In broad daylight?" "And then just left?" "Without killing anyone?" Jiken stroked his chin, deep in thought. "Does the cursed sword Mareda really possess intelligence?" The actions were clearly rational. She exploited their assumption that she wouldn''t move during the day, attacked only the King''s Order while ignoring everyone else around the mansion, and retreated without hesitation when the situation turned against her. "If she were mindless, there''s no way she''d act like this." Harris shook his head. "But, doesn''t it seem a bit odd to assume that?" If the cursed sword''s actions were considered wise, then that''s questionable too. After all, didn''t it just recklessly charge in, rampage aimlessly, and then flee like a startled deer? "If it had a mind, I don''t think it would move in such a way." Jiken muttered in frustration. "Does this thing have a mind or not?" Oddly enough, saying it out loud sounded like the typical complaints of a parent scolding their child, but one thing had become certain. "The cursed sword is clearly targeting the King''s Order. We don''t know why yet, but that''s for sure." So, what should they do now? They thought it over, but no immediate solution came to mind. Since the King''s Order was a relatively new organization, this situation was unprecedented. There were no examples to refer to. Jiken glanced over at Karnak, just in case. "Do you have any ideas?" Karnak''s ability to sniff out cults "like magic" had earned him quite the reputation within the King''s Order. But Karnak shook his head. "I''ve just been lucky. If you don''t know, Captain, how could I?" "This isn''t the time for modesty." "It''s not modesty. I truly have no idea." He wasn''t lying. After all, Karnak''s "deductions" were usually just observations with some clever guesswork added. ''But this time, I genuinely don''t know.'' He stopped smiling wryly and then suddenly tilted his head. "Now that I think about it, there is something strange." "What is it?" "It''s something I heard from the battalion members..." The place the cursed sword attacked was the training ground where the 7th Battalion was gathered for practice. And during the attack, it specifically targeted Lephan. "Wallace and Beric, our first victims, were also part of the 7th Battalion." It seemed like the cursed sword was deliberately singling out the 7th Battalion. "And come to think of it, the first time it acted strangely was when it encountered the 7th Battalion''s captain, wasn''t it?" Jiken''s expression hardened slightly. "Does this cursed sword have some connection to the King''s Order''s 7th Battalion?" "I don''t think a cursed sword would check our ranks before attacking..." "But isn''t it a fact that there''s something in common?" As the two pondered, Serati offered a suggestion. "Why don''t we test it?" "Test it? How?" "By changing the living arrangements." They would surround the 7th Battalion with the 1st Battalion, placing Lephan''s quarters at the very center. Then, they would see how the cursed sword reacted. "Wouldn''t this help us find some kind of clue?" *** Now that they knew the cursed sword Mareda could strike day or night, the King''s Order needed to change its defense strategy. So, Jiken shifted the command''s guard shifts and sleeping arrangements into three rotations. This way, in any situation, at least half of the force would be awake and ready to respond. Additionally, he banned excessive training and alcohol consumption among the soldiers. This ensured they would always be in peak condition, ready to confront the enemy at a moment''s notice. Not that he needed to say this aloud¡ªthere wasn''t a single member of the King''s Order foolish or incompetent enough to make such mistakes. The 1st and 7th Battalions'' areas of operation were also clearly divided. The 1st Battalion would patrol only the outer perimeter, while the 7th Battalion would remain inside the mansion. And Lephan would stay confined in a bedroom in the center of the mansion. Until the cursed sword appeared, he would eat and sleep solely in that room. From Lephan''s perspective, it was like being imprisoned for no reason at all. Fortunately, he didn''t seem to mind. "You guys feed me and give me a place to sleep without me having to do anything. What''s there to complain about?" And so, another day passed, and night returned. This time, the target really appeared. Boom! With an explosion, the southern wall of the mansion crumbled. The girl with the cursed sword had used the cover of night to infiltrate the mansion grounds once again. She pierced through the encircling forces of the 1st Battalion, heading straight ahead before leaping onto the roof of the mansion. As she sprinted across rooftops, she suddenly stopped. She had arrived above the building that housed Lephan''s bedroom, in the exact center of the mansion. "Aha?" Letting out a peculiar laugh, the girl swung her cursed sword downward. The roof caved in, and she quickly descended, landing right in front of the door to Lephan''s room. But waiting for her there were Jiken, Harris, and Serati, all fully prepared. "Unbelievable." "She really is only targeting him?" Though they were surprised, the three quickly took up combat positions. Since the cursed sword had shown up, it was the perfect opportunity to eliminate it. The girl glanced around, a faint smile crossing her lips again. "Aha..." Then, in a flash, she leaped back up through the hole in the ceiling, attempting to flee once more. However, this time, Harris and Serati immediately chased after her, jumping through the roof as well. "Where do you think you''re going?" "This time, you won''t escape!" Thanks to their preparation, the cursed sword couldn''t shake off the pursuit this time. Sear?h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Sensing the gap between them closing, the girl''s eyes suddenly glowed red. "Hahaha!" With a manic laugh, the cursed sword unleashed a blade of dark red energy. The terrifying surge of dark aura swept toward the two pursuers. Harris and Serati quickly deployed their aura shields to block the attack. But this time, it was deep into the night. The cursed sword''s powers were no longer weakened. Boom! With a massive explosion, the two were thrown back over 10 meters. "Ugh!" "Damn it..." In the meantime, the cursed sword escaped the mansion grounds. As her shadow darted into the night streets, she vanished beyond the darkness. Once she disappeared into the maze-like alleyways, it would be impossible to track her. Serati, frustrated, clicked her tongue. "Ugh, she got away again!" Sheathing his sword, Harris tried to calm her down. "But at least we''ve confirmed it now, haven''t we?" There was no doubt. The cursed sword Mareda was specifically targeting the 7th Battalion, and within that, Lephan. But why? Standing on the mansion''s roof, gazing down at the dark cityscape of Archenbart, Serati''s expression hardened. "Let''s test it one more time." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 89 - 88: A blood-drinking sword (2) Chapter 89: Chapter 88: A blood-drinking sword (2) Serati''s suggestion was simple. All other conditions would remain the same, except for one change. "You''re suggesting we completely erase the presence of Lephan?" "Yes, Captain Jiken. Can you make it so that the cursed sword can''t find him at all?" "It might be possible." How exactly did the cursed sword Mareda track its targets? One thing was certain: it didn''t rely on the host''s line of sight. The girl had found Lephan, who was hiding deep within the mansion and out of sight, and had run straight toward him. "It''s likely through smell, or maybe by sensing the soul''s wavelength." That was a typical method used by undead creatures or demons summoned through necromancy to locate their targets. And a 7th-circle spell existed to block both of those methods with a detection interference barrier. "Then I''ll cast a magic circle and place Lephan inside." "Please do." Of course, it only made Lephan feel even more confined. Sitting in the middle of the magic circle drawn in the center of the bedroom, Lephan let out a series of deep sighs. "Ugh, at this point, it really feels like I''m in prison." *** A day and a half passed. Just as the morning sun was rising at dawn, Pross, from the 7th Battalion, was in the middle of breakfast when he found himself in a completely unexpected situation. Boom! As he sat in the dining hall, tearing bread to dip into his stew, one of the walls suddenly came crashing down. At the same time, a small girl¡ªby now a familiar sight, having appeared so often¡ªrevealed herself. "The cursed sword Mareda!" "She''s here now?" The soldiers of the 7th Battalion, who had been eating, quickly scrambled into battle positions. The girl moved at once. "Kyahahaha!" The cursed sword''s target was clear. Ignoring the other soldiers, she charged directly at Pross alone. Pross, now running for his life, shouted in frustration. "What the hell? Why is it me this time?" *** Thanks to the swift response of Jiken, Trib, and the other leaders, the cursed sword Mareda once again fled without causing significant damage. Pross was safe, but new questions arose. "The 7th Battalion again?" "Yes." "First it was Wallace and Beric, and now it''s Lephan and Pross..." Jiken pressed his fingers against his temples. It was a habitual gesture whenever a headache loomed. "Even the smallest detail will do. Do you have any guesses, Lord Karnak?" At first, the cursed sword screamed and fled at the sight of the 7th Battalion''s captain. Now, it was relentlessly targeting members of the 7th Battalion. "This cannot be a coincidence." "I agree. But honestly, I have no idea." Karnak, frowning, continued. "I can''t even begin to guess. There isn''t the slightest clue. What possible connection could there be between the cursed sword and our 7th Battalion?" "That''s true..." A silence fell. Not just Jiken and Karnak, but all the other aura users present also kept quiet. No one could figure it out. It was then that Pross, sensing the tension, cautiously spoke up. "Um, would it be alright if I offered a rather absurd suggestion?" Jiken and Karnak turned to him, their curiosity piqued. "Hm?" "Do you have an idea?" "Well, I wouldn''t exactly call it a guess..." Pross looked uncertain. "Honestly, it''s a really ridiculous guess. It seems like pure coincidence, no matter how I look at it..." "Right now, we don''t even have that ridiculous guess." Jiken gave his approval. Feeling more at ease, Pross pointed to himself and Karnak. "Well, it seems like it''s based on the order of who was standing closest to Lord Karnak, doesn''t it?" "Closest in order?" Baros was puzzled. "What do you mean? If we''re talking about being close to the captain, it should be me and Dame Serati. Why Wallace and Beric?" Of course, everyone knew that Karnak''s closest aides were Baros and Serati. "I''m not talking about personal relationships." Pross shook his head. "I''m talking about the situation when the cursed sword screamed and ran after seeing the captain." The King''s Order is an elite among elites. Naturally, when forming an encirclement, there are predetermined positions. "Look. Wallace, Beric, Lephan, and me. Isn''t that exactly the order we formed the encirclement around the captain?" Everyone blinked. "Now that you mention it..." "It really does seem that way, but..." A ridiculous conjecture, one that''s hard to believe. "I know, it sounds absurd. I only brought it up because we''re grasping at straws here." At that moment, Harris raised his hand. "It seems like a decent theory to me." Jiken, looking baffled, asked again. "Do you really believe that?" "Belief isn''t what''s important here." There was one advantage to that hypothesis. "We can verify it, can''t we?" He looked over at Pross and asked. "At the time of the encirclement, who was standing closest to Lord Karnak after you?" "Uh, it was Krant." "Alright." With a triumphant smile, Harris continued. "Next time, you should enter the magic circle with Sir Lephan. Don''t say a word to Krant." *** The following night. A sturdy young swordsman in his mid-twenties was leaning against a half-collapsed mansion pillar, gasping for breath. His entire body was covered in blood and dirt, showing that he had been through quite the ordeal. "Hah... hah... I nearly... died..." Had the cursed sword Mareda not fled in time, he might have truly lost his life. As Krant, a member of the 7th Battalion, let out a sigh of relief, Jiken and the King''s Order leadership wore conflicted expressions. "It''s true." "She really chased after only this guy?" "...What on earth does this mean?" *** Why did the girl with the cursed sword scream and flee the moment she saw Karnak? And why did she start targeting the 7th Battalion of the King''s Order, specifically in the order of those closest to Karnak? No one knew the reason. To be honest, they even doubted if there was a reason. But even without knowing the reason, if you understand a pattern, you can use it. Just like how you don''t need to know why the sun rises and the moon sets to create a calendar or grow crops. After gathering the leadership, Jiken proposed an idea. "Let''s lure the cursed sword Mareda." If they could identify the target of their opponent, it meant they could control her movements. By using Lephan and Pross, who were high-priority targets, as bait, they could lead the girl and the cursed sword into a trap. "In that case, there''s no need to stay here any longer. It''ll be easier to track the cursed sword''s approach in a less populated area," Trib said. Serati interjected, "And it''ll be easier to chase her down when she tries to flee." The reason she had lost the cursed sword so many times wasn''t just because it was fast. "There are simply too many places to hide in a city full of buildings." Once it hid its presence and slipped into the shadows of the alleyways, it was nearly impossible to detect it with magic or aura techniques. Harris agreed. "In the past, we would''ve been able to track traces of darkness with the holy magic of the clergy, but even that''s not working now." The transformed cursed sword Mareda left no traces behind. It was as if the sword was intentionally erasing them. However, if they were out in the open fields, all those problems would vanish. The general strategy was set. First, they would leave Achenbat City. Then, they would search for an appropriate location nearby and set up a camp. "Since the cursed sword''s target is clear, there''s no need for the 1st Battalion to surround the 7th Battalion, is there?" "Just like usual, we can divide into left and right flanks and split the roles." Lephan and Pross would be positioned at the center of the campsite. When Mareda appeared, they would alternate erasing the two''s presence using a blocking ier magic circle, luring the cursed sword into a trap. Jiken spread a map out on the table, a detailed map of the terrain around Achenbat City. "This will be our campsite." He pointed to the wide-open fields to the north of the city, where visibility was completely clear, and issued his orders. "We''ll move by the end of the day. Everyone, get ready!" *** That afternoon, the 1st and 7th Battalions of the King''s Order left the mansion and headed to the northern plains. There, they began diligently setting up camp. It wasn''t just about pitching tents. Since this would also be the battleground where they would lure and deal with the cursed sword Mareda, they had to prepare various traps in advance. "Whatever happens, we must deal with her this time." As Trib inspected the traps, he encouraged the troops. "By any means necessary, let''s end this!" The soldiers working with him asked, "By any means necessary...?" "Does that mean we''re willing to kill the host?" They were asking whether it would be acceptable to sacrifice the innocent girl possessed by the cursed sword. Karnak, overhearing this, flinched in surprise. ''Are they seriously suggesting we just kill the girl? That''s not an option.'' He was about to intervene, but Trib answered first. "It''s a life-or-death situation. I''m not saying we must save her at all costs." He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "But killing her outright isn''t the solution either, is it? After all, we''re acting under the king''s decree. And even without that, as someone who serves the Seven Goddesses, we should save a life if we can." "Of course, Lord vice-captain, what you''re saying is morally correct, but..." One of the younger soldiers seemed unconvinced. "The more the cursed sword runs wild, the more blood will be spilled. Wouldn''t it be better to decisively sacrifice the girl and prevent further casualties?" Trib, a man in his forties, looked at the young soldier in his twenties and smiled. "That''s exactly what I thought at your age." "Is that wrong?" "Logically, your reasoning is sound." Sacrificing one person to prevent greater damage? In theory, it makes perfect sense. "But reality doesn''t work that way." The problem is always people. "People who think that way often end up failing to save either the individual or the many. They just end up with both the sacrifice and a lot of casualties." If you can save a life, you should do everything in your power to save it. That mindset, ironically, is what minimizes the damage and saves the most people. It''s not about numbers or statistics. The soldiers wore ambiguous expressions. "Is that so?" Trib gave a bitter smile. He understood that it was hard to grasp, as he himself had only come to realize it vaguely at this age. "I''m sorry, but as a mere swordsman, I can''t explain it any better." "No, sir!" Sear?h the ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "We''ll take your words to heart!" Meanwhile, Karnak and Baros were silently impressed. [Oh, so that''s how you''re supposed to live like a proper person, young master.] [Impressive. I never thought about it that way.] [You were planning to save the host anyway, weren''t you, young master?] [Yeah.] All life is equal, and every life is precious? It wasn''t some kind of noble or admirable sentiment like that. [If we kill her carelessly, she might come back stronger as an undead.] When it comes to necromancy, killing someone often causes more problems than leaving them alive. It wasn''t about morality, but practicality¡ªkeeping her alive was the smarter choice. [So that''s how you say the same thing without making people mad.] [We should learn from him.] [Indeed. Is speaking eloquently a talent? I''m jealous.] Listening nearby, Serati was puzzled. [Is that really so impressive?] What Trib said was similar to the sermons many clerics gave. But wasn''t it strange that these guys, who had lived for over a hundred years, didn''t know that? Karnak and Baros nodded in agreement, as if to say it made sense. [It''s because I never really listened back then.] [Whenever we encountered a cleric before, we''d just kill them and make them dance as skeletons.] [Ah, I see... You terrible people.] [Huh?] [Oh, nothing.] The nearby 7th Battalion soldiers looked at the three of them with peculiar expressions. Their faces seemed to say, "There they go again, silently staring each other down." Realizing this, Baros quickly changed the topic. "So, are we just going to stay here for now?" "We have to." "When do you think the cursed sword will show up?" "We don''t know, so we''ll have to keep camping until it does." Looking around the camp, Karnak smiled softly. "It won''t take long. She''s been attacking us relentlessly every day." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 90 - 89: A blood-drinking sword (3) Chapter 90: Chapter 89: A blood-drinking sword (3) As expected, Karnak''s prediction was not wrong. It was around the time when the sunset began to slowly steal the colors of the plains. One of the sentries who had been on guard shouted out. "She''s here!" A small girl wielding a two-handed sword appeared from the darkening fields. She was more than 100 meters away from the camp¡ªplenty of distance to prepare for her approach. Indeed, with the open surroundings, it was easy to detect anyone approaching from a distance. "It''s the cursed sword!" "Everyone, prepare for battle!" "Take your positions!" The girl with the cursed sword silently glared at the King''s Order warriors preparing for battle. Without a word, she suddenly kicked off the ground and charged toward the camp at an incredible speed. However, she couldn''t easily break through the defense line like before. The King''s Order had already set themselves up in perfect formation. The soldiers dove to her left and right, launching consecutive attacks as she charged. "Where do you think you''re going?" "You think we''ll let you go that easily?" The girl retaliated. She swung her cursed sword, sending black energy scattering in all directions. The blades of darkness slammed into the ground, creating a series of violent explosions. Boom! Boom! Boom-boom-boom! But no one had fallen. They had already moved out of the explosion''s range. The soldiers scattered and regrouped, quickly forming their battle formation once again. As the girl glanced at the surrounding encirclement, she suddenly burst into laughter. "Kya-hahaha!" No one paid much attention. Everyone remained calm, maintaining the first defensive line. "At first, it was a bit creepy..." "But now that we''ve heard it so often..." "It''s not really a big deal anymore, huh?" Baros, the commander of the defense line, smiled with satisfaction. ''Good, everything is going according to plan.'' There are no free victories in this world. If you use power, you must replenish it¡ªthat''s the law of the world. The cursed sword Mareda was a monster that absorbed blood after cutting down a human, converting it into power of darkness. It wasn''t a source of infinite power; it had clear limits. So the mission of the first defensive line was simple. -Exhaust the power of the cursed sword! Specifically, their goal was to prioritize defense while gradually chipping away at the girl''s power. If they recklessly threw their lives away and got cut by the cursed sword, allowing her to absorb their blood, they wouldn''t just die¡ªthey''d end up increasing her strength even further. That''s why it was crucial to walk a fine line between engagement and retreat. "Hahaha!" Laughing, the girl wielding the cursed sword slashed at the soldiers in front of her. Perhaps because night was approaching, her strikes seemed more dangerous than usual. Even if they raised their swords to block, it was obvious they''d be sliced in half. So, they focused all their effort on evasion. "Ugh!" "Move back!" There was no need to worry that the girl would chase after them and cut them down entirely. That was what their comrades were for! "Torres!" "Please, be safe!" Two soldiers shouted as they thrust their spears toward the girl''s back. Since they yelled loudly enough for her to hear, the girl naturally reacted. She twisted her body and swung the cursed sword, effortlessly deflecting the two spears. Clang! Clang! Thanks to their distraction, the soldiers who had retreated earlier managed to escape safely beyond her range. "Whew, that was close." "Alright, let''s go again!" The encirclement was reformed, surrounding the girl. "....." The girl hesitated for a moment. Her target was clear. She needed to reach that target. And anything in her way had to be eliminated. However, the obstacles were behaving oddly. Just as they were about to become a hindrance, they would retreat. And whenever she advanced toward her goal, they would persistently target her from behind. It was unclear whether she should ignore them and push forward or stay to eliminate them. This ambiguity was exactly what the King''s Order was aiming for. "Everyone, fall back!" "Good! She''s heading deeper into the camp!" "It''s our turn now!" "Chase her!" They let her pass and aimed for a strike from behind. That was their basic strategy. But given the vast difference in ability, they couldn''t keep her tied up forever. "Heh..." With a faint smirk, the girl with the cursed sword kicked off the ground. Boom! Rather than jumping, it was as if something had exploded beneath her, propelling her into the air. Her entire body shot up into the sky with the explosion. She intended to break away from the encirclement and target her objective in one swift move. "Kya-hahaha!" In an instant, the distance between her and the defensive line widened. At this rate, she would be too far away to catch. Baros signaled. "Wester! Camilla!" A man and a woman in their thirties, both wearing robes, appeared between the tents. They were Wester and Camilla, official mages of the 7th battalion. The Clerics of the King''s Order were considered highly valuable, as the religious order only provided a limited number of them. Each battalion had just one assigned. On the other hand, mages were more numerous. Like Karnak before he became a battalion captain, mages at the 4th Circle level were well distributed among the battalions. The two mages raised their wands. Each mage''s mana flowed through their wands, forming a radiant magic circle in the air. S~ea??h the n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The glowing patterns flickered as immense power rippled outward. Having completed their spells, the two mages shouted in unison. "Strike of lightning!" "Come forth to our hands!" A pillar of thunder struck the girl and her cursed sword. The roar of the thunder tore through the night sky. Boom! After a moment, the girl emerged from the smoke. She was completely unharmed, not even a hair singed. At the moment the lightning struck, she had protected herself with a curtain of blood energy. But it didn''t mean the magic was useless. She must have used a considerable amount of her reserved power to block the spell. The girl turned her gaze toward the mages. This magic had been threatening. It meant that they were obstacles she couldn''t ignore. Thus, she had to deal with them. However, the mages were already abandoning their positions and fleeing swiftly. "We''ve done our part, right?" "Absolutely! Run for it!" Without looking back, they sprinted¡ªstraight in the direction opposite the camp, far away from the girl''s target. Now, things became tricky once again. The target is this way. The obstacles are over there. She had intended to deal with those obstacles first, but if they were so far away now, they no longer posed a threat, right? "....." As she hesitated for a moment, the King''s Order, who had worked hard to widen the distance, rushed back in and reestablished the encirclement. As if on cue, Baros shouted. "Alright, let''s go again!" *** Under Baros'' command, the King''s Order firmly held the first defensive line. Even so, the girl with the cursed sword Mareda continued to steadily push toward the center of the camp. It was to be expected. They weren''t trying to block her approach entirely from the start. They were merely draining her strength during the process of her advance. Pushing too hard before she fell into the trap would be a problem. If cornered too much, she might escape again. That''s why the King''s Order leadership, including Jiken, Karnak, and the other aura users, were still waiting near the trap. Watching the battle from a distance, Trib suddenly let out an exclamation. "My goodness, is that guy some kind of ability?" As expected from the elite of the elite, everyone in the King''s Order was fighting well. The knights and mages were working in perfect sync, pressing the cursed sword with remarkable coordination. But Baros stood out, even among them. He wasn''t an aura user, nor was he exceptionally fast or strong compared to the others. Yet, he dealt with the cursed sword more easily than most aura users. He struck, retreated, darted in, slipped past, disrupted the girl''s movements, and perfectly stole her rhythm and timing. None of his actions were out of place. Even as a Blue-class aura user, Trib didn''t think he could pull off something like that. "How is he even able to do that?" Lephan, one of the soldiers hiding alongside him in preparation for the bait role, asked curiously. "Are you saying you can''t do that even with aura?" Of course, he knew well how strong Barros was. Whenever they sparred, Lephan would always find himself strangely overwhelmed, unable to do anything. ''But even the Blue Knight is impressed?'' Trib shook his head. "That has nothing to do with aura." Using aura, of course, could allow one to cut down a powerful enemy in a single strike. But no matter how skilled the aura user, they couldn''t repeatedly strike the same precise spot dozens of times without error. And the girl wasn''t even standing still. She was moving, and Baros predicted her every movement, targeting her vital points, stabbing first, and reaching her before she could even react. It almost seemed like she was offering herself up to his blade. "Is he just incredibly smart, calculating all of his opponent''s movements?" "He didn''t seem that smart to me." "Then maybe he has an insane amount of experience?" "He doesn''t look that old, though." "That''s why it''s so amazing." Meanwhile, Baros was silently calculating the time. ''This should be enough, right?'' It had been quite a while since the battle with the cursed sword began. He could see some of the soldiers starting to tire. It was time to pass the baton. "Alright, King''s Order, everyone!" As he retreated, he playfully called out. "Time to clock out!" *** The words retreat and clocking out have distinctly different meanings. Retreat means falling back depending on the advantage or disadvantage in battle. But clocking out? It means leaving work after your shift is over. In a battlefield context, it means leaving entirely. As soon as the command was given, the entire King''s Order rushed out of the camp, fleeing. The girl with the cursed sword looked around for a moment, then made her decision. The enemies were far enough away. By the time they returned, they would be too far to interfere with her targeting her goal. They were no longer obstacles. Now, she could go after her target freely! "Ahaha..." With a wild laugh, the girl sprinted across the plains like a predator. With nothing standing in her way, there was nothing to slow her down. In an instant, she reached the center of the camp. And finally, she found her target. "Ah, so you''ve finally arrived..." A young swordsman in his twenties, with a tense expression, took up a battle stance. This was Pross, a member of the 7th Battalion. The excited girl immediately set her sights on him. "Ahahaha!" But if there was a first defensive line, that meant there was a second one as well. Two individuals responsible for the second defensive line appeared. Harris and Serati, Red-class aura users. "Alright, it''s our turn now!" "I''ll go first!" Drawing their red aura swords, the two launched themselves forward. Their force was no joke. Even the girl with the cursed sword couldn''t ignore them and continue targeting Pross. "Ahahaha!" The girl redirected her attack toward them. The black aura of her cursed sword clashed with the red aura in the air, causing a thunderous explosion. Pross, who barely survived, clicked his tongue. "This is crazy. I''ve got two aura users guarding me." Harris and Serati, blocking the cursed sword, gave wry smiles. "How does it feel to be treated like a noble?" "Now, move according to the plan!" "Got it!" Pross quickly retreated while the two aura users blocked the girl with the cursed sword. Three streaks of destructive light danced across the plains, spinning together in a dazzling display of power. [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 91 - 90: A blood-drinking sword (4) Chapter 91: Chapter 90: A blood-drinking sword (4) The clash continued, sending ripples of aura spreading in all directions. Taking advantage of the battle, Pross kept retreating. Harris and Serati also slowly moved the battlefield. The target and obstacles were all moving in the same direction, so naturally, the cursed sword followed suit. The purpose of the second defensive line was slightly different from that of the first. Not only was it meant to wear down the cursed sword''s power, but it also aimed to guide it to the desired location. Even amidst the intense fighting, the battlefield was steadily shifting. Before long, they had left the campsite and reached the entrance of a small canyon. It was a basin-shaped canyon, hollowed out inward, with a diameter of about 100 meters. ''Good!'' Pross threw himself into the magic circle he had prepared in advance. The girl wielding the cursed sword looked around, seemingly flustered, as her target had suddenly disappeared. "..." The confusion didn''t last long. Another target had revealed itself deeper within the canyon. It wasn''t the human she had been chasing, but a target with an even higher ''priority.'' At that moment, Harris and Serati had also distanced themselves from the cursed sword. There was no interference in handling the new target. "Kyahaha!" Laughing, the girl with the cursed sword headed straight for the ravine. Harris, watching this, couldn''t help but be taken aback. "She really doesn''t stray from our predictions, does she?" "Well, it''s fortunate, but still..." Following slowly behind, Serati furrowed her brow. "...I still don''t understand. Why is she doing this?" *** Inside the basin, Jiken, Trib, and Lephan, who had just emerged from the magic circle, were waiting. As the girl with the cursed sword entered the basin through the canyon, she first set her sights on Lephan. "..." However, she didn''t immediately rush in. Jiken and Trib''s presence was too imposing to ignore. Both were radiating intense mana and aura. She needed to deal with those two first to achieve her goal. "Ahahaha!" With a laugh, the girl lunged forward. Trib responded by swinging his blue aura-infused sword. The cursed sword''s blade lashed out like a whip, scattering a dark red aura. The red aura and blue aura clashed violently, intertwining in chaos. Leaves were scattered, and the air was torn apart with deafening roars. Bang! Paang! Jiken calmly supported it with magic, casting various fire and lightning spells targeting the cursed sword from behind. It was a joint attack from a 7th-circle mage and a blue-class aura user. Moreover, Jiken and Trib were both seasoned veterans who had worked together in the King''s Order for a long time. Their coordinated assault gradually drove the girl with the cursed sword into a defensive position. Yet, she did not fall. The more cornered she became, the more the aura of darkness intensified, unleashing frenzied slashes in all directions. "Kyahahahaha!" As her offensive grew stronger, so did her maniacal laughter. "My god, how does she still have this much strength left?" Trib clicked his tongue, while Jiken shook his head. "At this point, it''s clear her strength has already been greatly depleted. How else could the two of us handle someone of purple-class?" "That''s true." Meanwhile, Lephan was circling the battlefield with his sword drawn, keeping a cautious distance. He couldn''t afford to let his guard down since the cursed sword might target him at any moment. However, there was no need to interfere either. Simply keeping a safe distance and circling was enough. Just by doing that, they were able to shake up her priorities and give Trib and Jiken a moment to catch their breath. Thanks to this, they had stalled for enough time. Harris and Serati, who had been trailing at a distance, now closed in behind the cursed sword. The maniacal laughter of the girl suddenly ceased. "..." With an expressionless face, the girl glanced around her. The situation had grown quite dangerous. Retreating was the wisest choice. Having made her decision, the girl suddenly leaped backward. Trib frowned. "Is she really going to run?" Jiken, gripping his wand, shouted, "Hold her down for just a little longer!" Harris and Serati blocked her path. However, the physical abilities of the cursed sword''s wielder were comparable to that of a purple-class aura user. Once she made up her mind to escape, stopping her wouldn''t be easy. Indeed, a small opening appeared. The girl swiftly dodged to the left, deflecting Harris''s aura sword, and broke through the encirclement. ''Damn it!'' Leaving a flustered Harris behind, the girl dashed across the ground with terrifying speed. Her destination was clear: the canyon''s entrance, the only way out. And then¡ª "Where do you think you''re going?" A man appeared from the crevice of a rock. It was Karnak, who had been hiding in a magic circle, just like Lephan. The moment she saw him, the girl let out a sharp scream. "Kyaaaa!" She reacted as if she had seen something utterly horrifying, and in sheer panic, she fled in the opposite direction. Where else could she go if not back? She had returned right into the middle of the encirclement. "It was a good thing we had a backup plan, just in case." Jiken let out a sigh of relief, raising his wand. "O flowing crystal radiance, become the prison that binds my enemies!" A massive crystal prison, composed of light, formed around them, stretching dozens of meters in every direction, with its ceiling, walls, and pillars all made of radiant crystal. This was a 7th-circle imprisonment spell, Crystal Labyrinth. While it had the disadvantage of a long preparation time, once activated, it was powerful enough to trap even a Blue Knight. The girl gripped cursed sword tightly, her face showing signs of panic. "..." Of course, if the cursed sword wielder had strength comparable to that of a purple-class aura user, she could probably break through this barrier. It would likely take only two or three strikes. Indeed, the girl made an attempt to do just that. She raised her sword high, concentrating all her power into a single point, and struck at the wall of light! sea??h th§× N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. BOOM! With a single blow, the light barrier trembled, and cracks formed along its surface. But it did not shatter. If it would take two or three strikes to break, that meant it could withstand the first one or two. This gave Trib, Harris, and Serati enough time to interfere. "We''ve gone this far!" "You think we''re going to let you get away?" The girl, now frustrated, glanced around in confusion before fixing her gaze on one spot. Karnak was slowly approaching from a distance. "Ugh..." For the first time, a different sound escaped the girl''s lips. It was not a laugh, nor a scream, but a groan. "Uuuhhh..." *** The girl no longer targeted Lephan. She didn''t scream at the sight of Karnak, nor did she attempt to escape anymore. Like a cornered beast, she let out faint groans, scanning her surroundings constantly. "Uuuu..." The encirclement of the King''s Order was tightening from all sides. Beyond them, the sturdy crystal prison blocked every route of retreat. Had she realized that fighting was the only option left? The girl slowly ran her hand along the blade of the cursed sword. Black flames began to rise along its edge. Whoosh! At the same time, she launched herself into the air! "Kyiaaah!" With a scream, slashes were scattered in every direction. At first glance, they seemed wild and reckless, but in truth, they were precisely aimed attacks. Trib deflected the assault with his blue aura sword and shouted, "Everyone, stay alert!" A series of fierce strikes followed. Yet, they weren''t very effective. Harris and Serati remained composed, focusing solely on defense without overextending. Jiken and Karnak also concentrated on maintaining their mana shields, blocking her offensive. They had forced her into this corner. There was no need to rush and risk making a mistake. ''Stick to the plan!'' ''Separate the cursed sword from the girl!'' With a glance to each other, Trib and Harris continued their coordinated attack from both sides. Blue and red streams of aura relentlessly struck the black flames. Each hit weakened the fire, and its intensity steadily diminished. The goal was to avoid harming the girl and focus on destroying the sword itself. Since the cursed sword was the true threat, breaking the weapon would ensure victory. Despite their efforts, the cursed sword endured. It wobbled as if it might fall at any moment, but still managed to deliver menacing counterattacks. While continuing to batter away at the black flames, Trib glanced to the side. ''Is Lord Karnak ready yet?'' With Jiken focused on maintaining the crystal prison, Karnak was the only mage who could act in this moment. Finally, Karnak completed his spell. He struck his wand to the ground, unleashing a surge of chaos power! "I summon the chains of binding power! Chain of Arcane Force!" Five red chains shot up from the earth and wrapped around the cursed sword and the girl. Three chains coiled around the blade, while one each bound the girl''s legs. Serati''s eyes lit up with hope. "Did we get her?" But it was too soon to celebrate. The girl let out a piercing scream and began thrashing wildly. "Kyaaaa!" The chains anchored in the ground were violently ripped out, flailing in the air. Boom! Boom boom boom! The chains themselves were sturdy, but the ground holding them wasn''t strong enough to withstand her force. The red chains, like whips, lashed out in all directions, attacking the members of the King''s Order instead. "Ugh!" "Lord Karnak!" The shout was meant to urge him to prepare the next spell after the failure of the previous one. But Karnak remained calm. ''I didn''t fail.'' This was part of the plan all along. Without hesitation, Karnak activated the next spell. "Rise, spirits of the earth!" Rumble! The ground shook as mounds of earth rose, transforming into five clay giants. In an instant, Karnak had summoned not one but five golems. Trib and Harris were left in shock, their mouths agape. ''By the heavens, did he just summon five golems at once?'' ''Even Captain Jiken''s limit was two, wasn''t it?'' Jiken was just as surprised. ''They said a genius Archmage had appeared in the Kingdom of Yustil...'' This wasn''t merely about mana or the level of one''s magic circle. It was a testament to Karnak''s incredible mana manipulation and processing abilities. ''He really is a talent blessed by the heavens.'' In reality, it was simply because this particular spell didn''t require much computational power. ''Well, I guess everyone thinks I''m a genius.'' Karnak felt slightly awkward under their intense gazes, but he remained composed. ''I can''t let it show.'' With a confident expression, Karnak gave the command. "Subdue the enemy, my servants!" The clay giants grasped the red chains and pulled with immense force. Though slow in movement, golems are known for their immense strength. Both the cursed sword and the girl were left dangling helplessly in midair. "Kyaaah!" The girl screamed and struggled, but it was futile. Once her feet had left the ground, she couldn''t muster the strength to break free. "Now! Strike!" At Karnak''s signal, the three aura users moved. Serati quickly grabbed the girl from behind, immobilizing her. In that moment, Harris struck the cursed sword with a powerful blow. The impact caused the girl to drop the sword. Clang! However, the connection wasn''t completely severed yet. A fiery black aura still linked the girl and the cursed sword. As long as this flame remained, the girl was still the sword''s host. Trib raised his sword high above his head, readying himself for a decisive strike. With overwhelming force, he brought it down. "Take this!" Earth Smasher. It was his most powerful finishing blow, and it slammed into the fiery connection between the girl and the cursed sword. An enormous explosion followed. Boom! The girl''s body was flung backward, skipping across the ground like a stone on water. At last, she had been freed from the cursed sword''s control. Serati quickly rushed forward, scooping the girl up and retreating to safety. "We''ve rescued her!" The cursed sword, now alone, vibrated wildly in the air, emitting a frantic, ominous hum. Woom woom woom woom woom! But it was too late for any further resistance. Karnak''s chains fully coiled around the sword''s blade, while light from Jiken''s crystal prison pressed down on it. Finally, the black flames extinguished, and the cursed sword''s eerie cries ceased. "Good!" A satisfied smile spread across Jiken''s face. "We''ve finally secured it for real this time!" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 92 - 91 Chapter 92: Chapter 91 Jiken fired a flame spell into the sky. Whoooosh! Bang! It was a signal for the King''s Order to return after the completion of the cursed sword capture operation. Meanwhile, Karnak was binding the cursed sword with chains of mana. As he infused mana into it, he called out to Jiken. Sear?h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "If you''re done, give me a hand over here." "Got it." After dispelling the crystal prison magic, Jiken headed toward the cursed sword and added his mana to Karnak''s chains. For now, they temporarily suppressed the power of the cursed sword, waiting for Meili and Millia. Once the two clerics arrived, they would seal the sword for good with holy spells. While the two mages were managing the cursed sword, Trib and Harris approached Serati. She had laid the ash-gray-haired girl they had rescued on the ground and was carefully examining her. "What should we do with her?" Serati asked, and Trib responded calmly. "We''ll leave her to priestess Meili when she arrives." He looked down at the girl with pity. "Tsk, tsk. She''s so young, and to have gone through something like this..." Harris, too, looked at the girl with sympathy. "Will she wake up safely? Her body must be badly damaged." Suddenly, Harris tilted his head in puzzlement. "Something''s strange." "What is it?" "I assumed her body would be in bad shape, but..." Trib soon understood Harris''s point. "You''re right. This is odd." For aura users, it''s relatively easy to assess someone''s physical condition at a glance. To their surprise, the ash-gray-haired girl didn''t seem injured at all. She was filthy, with dirt on her body, but physically, she appeared perfectly healthy. "Could the cursed sword''s influence have had some unexpected beneficial effect on her?" "It''s not like it''s some kind of miracle medicine." While the three of them were pondering this strange situation, a faint aura began to emanate from the girl''s body. Serati, startled, bristled. "What is this?" It was an intense aura, something no ordinary girl could possess. Alarmed, Trib glanced at the cursed sword Mareda. "Could it be that the connection wasn''t severed?" No, there was still no discernible link between the cursed sword and the girl. So, what was this power? ''It doesn''t even seem like necromancy...'' Suddenly, the girl''s eyes snapped open. At the same moment, the three aura users leapt into the air like startled cats. "Gah!" "Ahh!" "Eeek!" It wasn''t because they sensed any killing intent. The overwhelming sensation that washed over them caused their bodies to react instinctively. But for aura users of their caliber, even Trib, who was at the Blue rank, to be startled like this? ''What the heck is going on?'' As they watched in astonishment, the ash-gray-haired girl slowly rose to her feet. She appeared normal. It was just a simple act of standing up. Yet, an inexplicable sense of pressure weighed down on their shoulders. The reason became clear soon enough. Behind the small girl''s back, a purple haze began to rise. A terrifying power of destruction spread outward, manifesting as a purple mist. Trib and Harris''s eyes widened in shock. "...An aura user?" "And a Purple Knight at that?" *** The girl was barely twelve or thirteen years old. Even if she had started martial training as a toddler, at best she would have only mastered the basics by now. Of course, there are rare geniuses in the world. Some are blessed with such talent that they awaken their aura at an incredibly young age. After all, even Serati, standing here now, was a genius who had awakened her aura in her early twenties. Especially in this era, where the strongest warriors, the Four Great Martial Kings, had all awakened their aura in their mid-teens. But awakening at that age is one thing; being at the Purple-level at such a young age is unheard of. So, this phenomenon had to be related to the cursed sword Mareda... But there was no connection! They still couldn''t sense any link between the girl and the sword! As Trib and Harris stood there, baffled, the girl muttered softly. "Humans..." With a faint voice, she took a step forward. "I have to save humans..." At the same time, her figure blurred. In an instant, she appeared on Harris''s left side. Startled, Harris twisted his body, but the girl was already gone. She had slipped into his blind spot and moved to his right! ''F-Fast!'' She flowed with the momentum and darted forward, her delicate fingers curling softly into a cute fist. Then, with a single blow to the solar plexus¡ª "Ugh..." A purple wave engulfed Harris''s entire body. With just one strike, his mind blurred, and his knees buckled. "S-Sir Harris!" Startled, Trib drew his sword, igniting his battle aura. The situation made no sense. How could she be stronger now than when she held the cursed sword? "Take this!" With a loud cry, Trib swung his sword with all his might. But the girl was already gone. "I must... save them..." She left only a faint whisper as she slipped into his range. Under the blood-soaked ash-gray hair, her blue eyes gleamed. In a flash, she jumped and delivered a high kick. Wham! The kick struck Trib precisely on the neck like a whip. There was no pain. It was simply astonishing how quickly his consciousness faded. ''W-What''s happening...?'' Serati stood in stunned silence as she watched the two fall. "My god..." They were both taken down before they could even react. Her movements were just that overwhelming. The girl turned her gaze toward Serati. "Subject..." Serati was confused. Why did she call her something different? No, it wasn''t just the title that was different. "I''m going to kill you!" Suddenly, a fierce killing intent surged from the girl''s entire body. Her reaction to Serati was entirely different than when she fought Trib and Harris. A barrage of punches and kicks rained down like a storm. Serati barely dodged, gritting her teeth. ''Hey! Why am I the only one getting this treatment?'' It felt unfair! She was the one who saved the girl first! But ironically, because the killing intent was so intense, she could at least sense and avoid it. Trib and Harris had no warning and couldn''t defend themselves, but when facing Serati, the killing intent was so obvious that she could react. This was a mistake that a true Purple-class aura user would never make. Of course, even with that, Serati could only hold out for ''a little longer.'' "A-Aahhh!" Just before Serati collapsed, a stream of scorching flames shot toward the girl from behind. The girl quickly retreated, and an explosion occurred where she had stood. Boom! Jiken had fired a spell in haste, saving her. "Are you unharmed, Dame Serati?" The girl stopped her assault and glared at Jiken. "Humans..." She muttered another incomprehensible phrase. "I must save humans..." The killing intent vanished, and her attacks resumed, now elegant and swift. The problem was that her graceful strikes were so fast and gave no warning. Before Jiken could even react, the girl closed the distance between them. "Wha¡ª?" Jiken''s chin was sent spinning with a sudden elbow strike. His brain rattled, and his legs gave out as he collapsed like a puppet. Thud! "Sir Jiken!" Karnak, who arrived a moment too late, stared at the girl in shock. "What''s going on, Serati?" The girl now set her sights on Karnak, and again, her expression changed. With intense fury, she shouted. "...Karnak!" ''Huh? How does she know my name?'' Then it occurred to him¡ªthey had been calling each other by name quite a bit, so maybe she had overheard. But why was she so angry? The next title, however, was beyond comprehension. "Cursed Death King!" Karnak''s eyes went wide. "...What?" *** Growling like a beast, the girl glared at Karnak. Her dirt-streaked face was revealed beneath the matted ash-gray hair. It was the face of the child he had seen many times before. ''Who is she? How does she know my past?'' He had no idea. Karnak had never cared much for others. He didn''t bother remembering the appearances of people he encountered unless absolutely necessary. ''But for some reason, she feels... familiar...'' Once again, a purple aura flared up around the girl''s shoulders. "Arrrghhh!" With a scream, she launched herself forward. Though her hand merely came down in a light chop, it carried an overwhelming force. Boom! Boom! Boom! The purple aura blade surged toward Karnak as if it would slice him apart. Serati urgently stepped in front of him. "Lord Karnak!" She tried to deflect the attack with her sword coated in battle aura, but the difference in power was overwhelming. She was blasted backward in an instant. "Ugh!" Even as she was flung back, she couldn''t believe it. ''What... How can there be such a difference in power...?'' She was using all her strength, coating her blade in aura, and swinging with all her might, while the girl had only casually released the aura with her bare hands¡ªand yet it crushed her so easily? How vast was the gap between them? With Serati out of the way, the girl aimed a hand blade strike at Karnak''s head. Desperate, Karnak resorted to necromancy. "Shadows, protect me!" There was no time to use chaos magic. Only necromancy, a skill so ingrained in him that he could cast it even in his sleep, could be activated in time. The purple aura collided with the necromantic barrier, producing a deafening explosion. Boom! The barrier shattered in a single strike, and Karnak was hurled backward. "Argh!" At this rate, he was about to be beheaded in an instant. As his face turned pale, something happened. From afar, about a dozen arrows flew through the air. Whoosh! Whoosh! The girl, who had been chasing Karnak, stopped and turned her head. Aura flared from her entire body, and she shattered the incoming arrows mid-air with ease. Bang! Bang! Bang! Karnak, barely alive, saw a group of soldiers charging toward them from across the valley. "Young master!" "Lord Karnak!" "Captain!" It was the 1st and 7th Battalions of the King''s Order, led by Baros. They had finally returned after receiving Jiken''s signal. Seeing the fallen Karnak, Millia shouted in warning. "Be careful! The enemy is using necromancy!" From her distant vantage point, she had mistakenly assumed that the barrier Karnak had summoned was the girl''s attack. Karnak was relieved. He had almost been caught. The King''s Order soldiers surrounded the girl, looking around cautiously. "Captain Jiken?" "And Sir Trib..." Baros surveyed the scene, taking in the fallen comrades and assessing the situation. "The mission was a failure. What about the cursed sword Mareda...?" Then he realized¡ªhe didn''t fully understand the situation yet. The girl''s hands were empty. "Wait a minute... Where''s the cursed sword?" In the distance, the massive two-handed sword was lying on the ground, tightly bound in mana chains. The soldiers muttered in confusion. "The cursed sword is over there?" "Then why... What''s going on with this girl?" No one could grasp what was happening. Had the mission succeeded, or had it failed? Meanwhile, the girl calmly observed the King''s Order soldiers surrounding her. She no longer pursued Karnak and Serati. Instead, she seemed to be prioritizing the soldiers. "Humans..." Her ominous voice came out once again. "I must save humans..." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 93 - 92 Chapter 93: Chapter 92 The girl moved forward. With calm eyes and firmly pressed lips, she maintained an indifferent expression as she approached. ''Huh?'' In that moment, the members of the King''s Order couldn''t react. It was just too natural. There was no killing intent, no hostility, not even the slightest sign of annoyance. Thud! Suddenly, a flash struck. Accompanied by a faint scream, the member was flung into the air. "Ugh... ugh..." It was a front kick that accurately struck the chin, closing the distance in an instant. Adding to that, the kick was imbued with aura, so the trained warrior was knocked out in a single blow. A moment later, the other members rushed at the girl. "What the hell?" "Why were we just standing there, spacing out?" Slashes came flying from both sides. The girl twisted her body and raised both hands. Thwack! It wasn''t even particularly fast, but the timing was so precise that she caught the blades between her fingers. Then, a low voice followed. "I must save..." The members whose blades had been caught widened their eyes in shock. ''Huh?'' ''Is this even possible?'' In legendary tales, it''s common for a master to catch blades with their fingers, but seeing it happen in reality was a first for them! "Humans..." The girl muttered softly as she shook her arms. A purple wave of aura traveled along the blades, striking the two members. "Gah!" "Aagh!" Another two comrades fell unconscious, collapsing to the ground. The King''s Order was thrown into chaos. They couldn''t understand why she kept saying she wanted to save them, yet continued to knock them out, and the girl was simply too strong! "Everyone, be careful! It''s not just about that cursed sword!" "Damn it! Why is she even more monstrous when she''s unarmed?" Meanwhile, Serati was guarding Karnak. Though ''guarding'' might be an overstatement, as in reality, she was just keeping herself out of harm''s way while the others fought. It wasn''t her usual behavior, but she had no choice. Just thinking of the overwhelming killing intent from earlier made her legs shake. She couldn''t even bring herself to move. At least the fact that the girl''s attacks lacked any killing intent eased her guilty conscience slightly. ''But honestly, she''s treating them completely differently from how she treated me.'' When she fought Serati, it was as if the girl had encountered her mortal enemy, overflowing with rage and killing intent, but now she was merely knocking out the other King''s Order members. It wasn''t just that she was holding back. Even when she had the chance to deal a finishing blow, if it looked like they might get seriously hurt, she deliberately changed her stance and withdrew. She went out of her way to ensure that her attacks left no lasting injuries. Even during sparring with comrades, no one could be this careful about their opponent''s safety. Karnak clicked his tongue and muttered. [At least one thing is clear.] [What is?] [How such a powerful cursed sword could exist in the first place.] The cursed sword isn''t strong. The sword itself is just an ordinary monster. It''s just that the girl is too powerful! [The cursed sword merely supplemented her with energy, and it was the girl''s own skill that used it so efficiently.] In fact, it could be said that she was weaker because she was holding the cursed sword. What on earth is her identity, that she can display such immense abilities at her age? Serati pressed Karnak for answers. [Think about it carefully. What have you done?] [Why do you immediately assume I''m the culprit?] [In this situation, how could someone searching for the Death King have nothing to do with you?] [It could be a coincidence!] In the meantime, the battle had entered a brief lull. Whenever anyone approached her, they were knocked out swiftly, so no one dared to charge recklessly. As the King''s Order hesitated, the girl didn''t launch any additional attacks either. Taking advantage of the lull, Baros cautiously inched closer. ''Wow, she''s really strong. But for some reason, she seems oddly familiar...'' And then it happened. The girl''s face suddenly changed when she saw him. Flames flickered in her eyes, and the purple aura around her body flared up dramatically! "Lord Baros!" "Huh?" Baros was stunned. She called him Lord Baros, not Sir Baros? Sear?h the N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. That title wasn''t used for him in this timeline. The girl''s sharp shout erupted like a scream. "Die!" The girl launched herself at Baros. It was just like when she faced Serati¡ªunmistakable killing intent, extreme fury pouring out as a merciless barrage of aura. "Ahh! Aaahhh!" Her killing intent was so obvious that it made her trajectory easy to predict. Startled Baros rolled on the ground, dodging desperately. Other members of the King''s Order hurriedly moved in to assist. "Hah!" "She suddenly went berserk?" "Sir Baros!" Serati and Karnak, watching the scene unfold, muttered blankly. [It''s confirmed.] [Yeah, I''m the culprit.] At this point, there was no denying it. She was calling Karnak the Death King and directing pure hatred toward Baros, who had once been a Death Knight Lord. There was no way this was a coincidence. Baros, having barely escaped, caught his breath and adjusted his stance, wiping sweat from his brow. "Huff, huff... That was close." He slowly backed away, letting other members take his place. The girl, watching them, hesitated for a moment. Fighting with bare hands kept letting her ''target'' escape. She needed a sharper offensive approach. The girl reached out her hand towards the fallen member of the King''s Order. A longsword that the member had dropped floated into the air and landed in her grip. She let both arms hang down at her sides. Bzzzz! A blue aura surged up the longsword in her right hand, while her left hand became enveloped in a red battle aura. Over her shoulder, a purple aura continued to rise like a mist. The members of the King''s Order blinked in confusion. "What is that?" "How is she doing that?" She was simultaneously manifesting a red and blue aura, all atop a foundation of purple aura. It was a transcendent level of mastery, where even the attributes and intensity of aura could be freely altered. "Even the commander can''t do that, can he?" "Isn''t that something only possible if you''ve at least mastered the Silver Sword Aura?" Baros looked equally bewildered. [What is this, young master? Has there ever been a swordsman in this era capable of something like that at her age?] Serati asked. [Is that supposed to be difficult?] In the past, when Baros had possessed her body, he had demonstrated a similar technique. Since he made it look so easy, she had assumed that once you reached a certain level, everyone could do it. Baros snapped back in frustration. [Of course it''s difficult! Only someone at my level can pull it off!] Karnak''s expression darkened. [So, you''re saying that girl has aura manipulation skills on par with you, Baros?] Although he had lost all his power after returning to this era, Baros had once been the strongest swordsman, taking down three of the Four Martial Kings. ''It does feel oddly familiar...'' Baros narrowed his eyes. It wasn''t that her martial arts techniques felt familiar. The techniques she used were basic and common, not belonging to any particular school. But the flow of her aura, the essence of her martial arts, was something he had definitely encountered before. ''Where have I seen this?'' Karnak, too, was getting a similar feeling, but from a different perspective. He didn''t know much about martial arts¡ªit wasn''t his area of expertise. But the flow of martial essence embedded in her movements was unmistakable. ''Strange. We''ve never met before, so why does this feel so familiar...?'' Just then, the girl turned her gaze. "Lord Baros..." Then, she suddenly screamed with fury. "Accursed dog of the Death King!" The members of the King''s Order looked bewildered. From their perspective, this outburst was completely out of the blue. "...?" "...?" But for Karnak and Baros, it was a shout that dredged up memories from the far recesses of their minds. "Guh!" "Oh, no!" Both of them realized where this familiarity stemmed from. "This... this is bad!" Suddenly, Karnak waved his wand frantically, his face pale as he shouted. "Explode, flash of light!" Ten magic bullets radiated beams of light, slicing through the air. The girl didn''t even bother dodging. She just stared at the magic bullets, draping herself in an aura shield. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The magic bullets struck her, erupting in rapid, deafening explosions. But they couldn''t harm her. She stood like an unshakable mountain, enduring the entire assault without flinching. Taking advantage of this, Karnak spun around quickly. "Baros! Serati!" He knew that whether she was hit by one shot or ten, they wouldn''t be able to penetrate her aura defense. That much was clear. But there was one benefit to firing ten shots. The dust cloud was ten times bigger! "Run!" After blocking the girl''s view, Karnak started sprinting at full speed. Baros followed suit, groaning strangely. "Ewww!" Given the situation, Serati had no choice but to follow them as well. As she chased after them, she asked in disbelief, "What''s going on with you two? Do you really know her?" It was the first time she had seen these two, who were usually full of themselves, so pale and shaken. They didn''t even have the presence of mind to use discreet magical communication. "It''s Laficel!" Karnak replied between gasps. "The Martial King of Syphras! Laficel Crot¨¦um!" *** The members of the 1st Battalion of the King''s Order were completely bewildered. ''What now?'' ''What''s going on?'' Their leaders¡ªZiken, Trib, and Harris¡ªhad all been taken down. So the only ones left to command the King''s Order were Karnak, Baros, and Serati. But those crucial leaders suddenly up and fled, abandoning all their subordinates? ''Should we run too?'' ''But we can''t just leave our fallen comrades!'' While the entire 1st Battalion was in a state of confusion, the 7th Battalion seemed oddly unfazed. "Looks like he''s up to something again, doesn''t it?" "Sigh, it''s always like this." "Why can''t he ever talk it through with us first?" As if accustomed to such situations, they calmly surrounded the girl and prepared for battle. Despite being abandoned by their leader, they showed no signs of feeling betrayed. If Karnak had been a cowardly man, the troops would have undoubtedly despised him. But surprisingly, he was held in fairly high regard by his subordinates. For one, he rarely pushed his men into dangerous situations, preferring to avoid sending them into harm''s way. (Though, in reality, it was easier for him to use necromancy without his men around, so he intentionally kept them at a distance.) He also never forced them into unreasonable missions just to claim military honors. (He prioritized capturing cultists himself to extract information rather than relying on the battalion''s collective achievements.) And most importantly, Karnak was extremely diligent about providing his troops with food and drink. For reasons unknown, he approached meal preparation with a near-religious fervor, as though their very souls depended on it. For those who work with their bodies, having a superior who ensures proper meals is a vital matter. He had always been a good leader, frequently moving in secret, and often did things that seemed nonsensical at the time. So, a sudden retreat wasn''t all that shocking. "Looks like Captain Karnak has a plan!" "Let''s follow his lead!" The 7th Battalion threw themselves into blocking the girl''s path. Thanks to their efforts, Karnak, Baros, and Serati managed to safely reach the entrance of the canyon. As he caught his breath, Karnak shivered. "By the gods, it really is Laficel!" Baros wore a similarly exhausted expression. "How is Laficel here, young master?" Serati, looking between the two, cautiously asked, "Who exactly is Laficel?" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 94 - 93 Chapter 94: Chapter 93 The only woman among the Four Martial Kings, Laficel Crot¨¦um. She is the youngest person in history to have earned the title of Martial King and a great hero of humanity who continued to fight against the Death King, even after the entire world had succumbed to his terror. Karnak and Baros looked at Serati with disbelief. "How do you not know?" "She''s one of the Four Martial Kings, right?" Serati still didn''t understand. "There''s no one named Laficel among the Four Martial Kings." The name Crot¨¦um was familiar, though. Beltia Crot¨¦um, a swordswoman from Syphras, was currently one of the Four Martial Kings and the only woman among them, known as an absolute powerhouse. However, she was now over forty years old, a mature woman. She wasn''t some young girl. "Oh, right..." Karnak and Baros finally realized. They had momentarily gotten confused, but in retrospect, it made sense that Serati wouldn''t know Laficel. "At this point in time, Laficel hasn''t become a Martial King yet, has she?" "More than that, most of the future Four Martial Kings haven''t attained that title at this point in time." Laven Strauss was still acting as the successor to his father, Martial King Gallard Strauss. Malikan Tun was still training in seclusion in the eastern refuge and hadn''t yet reached the level of a Martial King. "Dreltain Telix should be active, though. He was a Martial King even in this era." However, instead of being the elderly swordsman they remembered in his sixties, at this time, he was a vigorous young swordsman in his thirties, having just become a Martial King. As for Laficel Crot¨¦um... "She hasn''t even become Beltia''s disciple yet in this era." It would be another 20 years after becoming Beltia''s disciple and taking on the surname Crot¨¦um before she finally earned the title of Martial King. Serati glanced at the gray-haired girl confronting the King''s Order. "So you''re saying that girl is a future Martial King?" "Yes." "Then how...?" The girl continued elegantly and gracefully knocking out the members of the King''s Order, one by one. Even though she was wielding a sword, she didn''t slash at them. She bluntly gathered her aura into her weapon, using the sword like a club rather than a blade. It was a completely different demeanor from how she had treated Karnak and his group. "What did you do to this future Martial King that makes her act as if she''s facing her sworn enemy?" Suddenly, Karnak looked sheepish and avoided eye contact. "Well, it''s just that..." With a sigh, Baros answered for him. "...Because we are her sworn enemies, of course." *** It happened when Karnak was fully establishing his infamous reputation as the Death King, turning the world upside down. By then, most of humanity had already bent the knee to his undead army. Even the three Archmages and most of the Four Martial Kings had fallen helplessly before the vast powers of the Death King and his cursed subordinates. However, Laficel did not submit. She never bowed, no matter what trials and hardships she faced. Even when despair came her way, she rose again and steadfastly opposed the darkness. Her unyielding resolve was nothing less than a beacon of hope for humanity. From the perspective of the Death King, she was a major thorn in his side. As Laficel''s continued efforts against the Necropia Empire persisted, Karnak finally decided to personally intervene. "What did you do to her?" "My original plan was to capture her master, Beltia, and use her as a hostage." But the hostage plan didn''t work. Even though she shed tears of blood for her beloved master, Laficel abandoned her and continued to resist the Death King. She was fighting for justice, for humanity, with unwavering resolve. "So, I turned Beltia into an undead and ordered her to capture Laficel," Karnak said. Serati''s mouth dropped open. "What?" So, he turned her only master, practically like a parent, into an undead and forced them to fight each other? "I mean, I captured her, so I had to make use of her somehow, right? And Beltia, while past her prime, was still quite useful..." "You... monster." "Huh?" "Nothing." Listening to this, Serati thought it made perfect sense why Laficel would consider Karnak her sworn enemy. But Baros then interjected. "The real story hasn''t even started yet." "...That''s not the end of it?" After Laficel cut down Beltia, she was consumed by even more fury and resisted Karnak with all her might. However, even she couldn''t withstand Karnak after he had transformed into Astra Spiritus. In the end, her sword broke against the overwhelming onslaught of his undead army. Karnak inflicted a truly horrific punishment on the captured Laficel. He stripped her bones to turn them into skeleton soldiers, tore off her flesh to create a flesh golem, and separated her soul to seal it within Living Armor. ¡ªYou insolent woman who dared to defy me! I will make you suffer in a hell where you can neither live nor die for all eternity! "...or so he said," Baros concluded. Serati turned to look at Karnak, her gaze colder than it would have been if she had spotted a cockroach. "Wow, even demons would weep at this..." "I have made many demons weep, actually. You saw it yourself, Serati. Maz-nun, that demon weeped as he disappeared..." "Stop changing the subject." "Okay, sorry." Seeing him hang his head apologetically, it seemed Karnak finally understood just how atrocious his actions had been. Not that this excused him in the slightest, of course. With a sigh, Serati muttered under her breath, "Now I understand why she screamed and ran the moment she saw you, Lord Karnak." If she had experienced something like that in a past life, she would have done the same. It also made perfect sense why Laficel was so intent on trying to kill both Baros and herself. One was a close subordinate of the Death King, and the other was his servant. But then Serati tilted her head in confusion. ''Wait, a past life?'' As she spoke, she realized something important. "Are you saying that girl is the future Martial King?" Not ''a girl who will become the Martial King in the future,'' but the actual future Martial King herself. That would explain why she reacted with such fury and hatred upon seeing Karnak. "That''s right." Karnak had a grave expression on his face. "That''s the future Laficel. Her soul has traveled back through time like ours." He had realized that her soul came from the future as soon as he identified her. No matter how strong the future Martial King was, in this current time, she was only around twelve or thirteen years old and hadn''t even met her master, Beltia, yet. There was no way she should possess that kind of power. The real mystery was how she had followed them to this point in time. "How did she manage to follow us back here?" Karnak wondered. *** The 1st and 7th battalions of the King''s Order were still trying to block the girl''s path. The 7th battalion, fully trusting Karnak, threw themselves into the fight with all their might... ''Oh man, I''m gonna die.'' ''I wonder when Captain Karnak will come back.'' The 1st battalion, on the other hand, fought with skepticism they couldn''t entirely shake off. ''Are we really following some sort of plan?'' ''Didn''t he just run away?'' Even so, none of them retreated. They had begun to realize something important: it was fine to get knocked out by that girl. Those who had been struck by her fell with such grace. There wasn''t even a bruise or a sign of serious injury. She was fighting with a thoroughly cautious, safety-first attitude. ''Not sure why, but...'' ''If things go on like this, we can charge in without worry!'' Though, realistically, they shouldn''t have felt so relieved. Just because there were no external injuries didn''t guarantee they were fine. They could look unharmed on the outside but have a broken spine and be paralyzed inside, right? But they deliberately ignored that thought. Considering such things wouldn''t help in the current situation anyway. With their fighting spirit rising, the 7th Battalion relentlessly charged forward. "Just hold her back!" "We''re fine even if we fall!" "If we buy enough time, Captain Karnak will figure something out!" Karnak''s response to this deep trust and beautiful camaraderie was: "The others are getting hunted down, so let''s use this chance to put more distance between us." Watching the battle unfold, Karnak and Baros quietly edged backward. Serati was shocked, and asked, "Are you really going to use your comrades as bait?" "They''ll be fine. I told you, they won''t die," Karnak replied. Baros had a similar reaction. "They won''t end up crippled either. Laficel wasn''t that kind of person." She was the hope of humanity, someone who never did anything unjust, no matter the situation. Even when her own life was at risk, she never sacrificed the innocent. Though she was their enemy, both Karnak and Baros acknowledged that Laficel was a true hero. Which made Serati stare at them in even greater disbelief. ''So you did something so monstrous to such an incredible hero, tore apart her soul, and tortured her? Why am I following these guys?'' Serious doubts about her choices began to creep in. "Come to think of it, it''s strange. Why does she harbor so much hatred for me as well?" Serati wondered aloud. Karnak? Anyone could see that he deserved her fury. Baros? The same. But Serati hadn''t done anything to Laficel, so why the intense hatred? Karnak shot her a glance. "Maybe it''s because she sees you as a cowardly human who sold their soul to a vile necromancer to save your own life." "..." Leaving the now deflated Serati behind, Karnak and his group continued deeper into the canyon. Eventually, they found a suitably secluded rock to hide behind. "Curtain of Chaos, drape over me and deceive the eyes of my enemies...." A 6th Circle concealment spell spread around them, cloaking them in an illusion and hiding not only their appearance but also their presence and scent. It was a higher-tier invisibility spell. Only after this did Karnak allow himself to relax. "We''ll figure out how she got here later..." Right now, that wasn''t the problem. Surviving was. "How do we catch her?" Karnak asked, watching Laficel fight. Baros replied, "Her combat instincts are still as sharp as ever. Just like back in the day." "Yeah. Ugh, I really don''t want to face her." As the two shuddered at the thought, Serati asked, "Just how strong was she?" Karnak and Baros answered simultaneously. "She was the strongest of the Four Martial Kings." "She was strong, obviously. But the weakest of the Four Martial Kings." Serati blinked, confused. "Why are you two saying completely different things?" *** The other Martial Kings were born into noble families and received systematic training from a young age. In contrast, Laficel''s childhood was anything but privileged. In fact, it would be more accurate to say it wasn''t even ordinary. Born into a poor, common family, she grew up struggling, eventually losing her parents to bandits and becoming an orphan. Before she was taken in by Beltia, she didn''t even have the luxury of training in martial arts. Her daily life was a constant struggle just to get by. But on the flip side, despite such circumstances, she was so exceptionally talented that when the Martial King of the time saw her, she immediately took her in as her personal disciple. "Her talent was truly overwhelming." Of course, talent alone wasn''t enough to surpass the other Martial Kings. After all, no one reaches the level of Martial King without being a genius. To become a Martial King, one had to be naturally gifted, receive ample support, dedicate themselves to grueling efforts, and even have a bit of luck on their side. That''s why Laficel was considered the weakest of the Four Martial Kings. "But she had a knack for adapting quickly to any situation." She was strongest when facing enemies no one had ever encountered before. No matter how bizarre the enemy''s techniques were, she always found a way to break through. From Baros'' perspective, as a warrior, she was somewhat easier to deal with. But for Karnak, a necromancer, she was the most troublesome of the Four Martial Kings. "Oh, she was such a pain," Karnak muttered, glancing over the rock. "Fortunately, she''s not as formidable as she used to be." Serati, shocked, asked, "You mean she''s weaker now?" "Of course. You think someone could become a Martial King with just that level of skill?" "Exactly. The sky''s still blue, and the ground hasn''t split open, has it? She''s stuck in a young, untrained body right now, that''s why she''s like that," Baros explained. Serati''s face went blank. So, when Laficel was in her prime, the sky would change color and the ground would crack? How strong are these Martial Kings supposed to be? And what does that make Baros, who defeated them all? "So what''s the difference between Sir Baros and that girl?" she asked. "Huh? What do you mean?" She understood that both of them were once monstrous beings who had fallen from their prime. But the degree of their decline seemed different. Unlike Baros, who couldn''t even use his aura anymore, that girl was freely unleashing a purple aura. "You said you two were equals back in the day, but now the gap between you is enormous..." "Well, it''s different circumstances. Baros and that girl..." In the middle of their conversation, something clicked. "Aha!" Karnak''s eyes lit up. "Of course! There''s that method!" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] sea??h th§× novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Chapter 95 - 94 Chapter 95: Chapter 94 Laficel was still calmly dealing with the King''s Order. She coated her blade with a blunt aura, turning it into a club, and knocked them out just enough without overdoing it. At this point, it was closer to anesthesia than simply knocking them out. By now, more than half of the 1st and 7th battalions were sprawled across the ground. Only about 10 remained standing. ''Damn it...'' ''How long is this going to go on?'' ''What the hell is Captain Karnak doing?'' Even if the opponent showed no intent to kill, continuing to fight against such a stark difference in skill wasn''t easy. The fact that they held out this long proved just how elite the King''s Order truly was. The members began to slowly step back, and some even discreetly opened gaps in their encirclement. It was a blatant gesture. ''Look, we''ve done our part, now go to Captain Karnak!'' However, the girl, Laficel''s demeanor suddenly changed. "Humans..." She muttered while glancing between those who had fallen and those who remained standing. "I have to save them..." Then, she launched herself toward those who had retreated. The members widened their eyes in shock. "What the?" "Isn''t she going after the captain?" The girl, who had only been passively countering their attacks, was now proactively attacking the King''s Order. It was merciful, but from the perspective of those being hit, it was merciless. The storm of blunt aura strikes rained down on the remaining members. "Urgh!" "T-this...!" None of them could properly resist and helplessly collapsed to the ground. They couldn''t even run away properly. Human psychology is often governed by inertia. With the subconscious belief that retreating was not an option, they couldn''t switch to escape mode quickly enough. In the end, even the last person fell unconscious from Laficel''s blow. "Ugh..." With that, every member of the King''s Order present was rendered incapable of fighting. Laficel looked around. "Humans..." And then, a faint smile spread across her face. "I saved them..." Though the fallen members would certainly disagree, it seemed to be a satisfying outcome for her. Having extinguished the immediate threat, it was now time to focus on the real target. A purple light gleamed from Laficel''s eyes. She glared across the canyon and growled. "...Death King!" *** Within the cracks of a massive rock near the canyon. Karnak hid in the shadows, nervously biting his nails. ''Did they all fall?'' In the distance, the girl was slowly making her way toward him. ''I thought they could hold out a bit longer...'' Serati checked on the fallen comrades and asked, [Are they going to be okay?] Although they looked perfectly fine on the surface, as if they were simply sleeping, it was clear they wouldn''t wake up anytime soon. They likely wouldn''t regain consciousness for at least half a day. [They''ll be fine. There shouldn''t be any major problems,] Karnak shook his head. [Laficel has a lot of experience knocking humans unconscious,] he added. Apparently, she was quite skilled at knocking people out without any lasting aftereffects. [Why does she have so much experience with that?] Serati asked. [Uh, well, that''s... uh...] Karnak averted his gaze once again, and Serati quickly realized the reason. Why indeed? It was likely because that wicked Death King often used mind control to manipulate innocent people, forcing Laficel to knock them out to free them. Sigh... While Serati felt disheartened by the situation, Laficel continued to wander around the basin. "Karnak..." She called out his name in a low, ominous voice, filled with anger. "Karnak..." Karnak and Serati shrank back even further into the shadows of the rocks. [She''s coming this way,] Serati whispered. [Don''t move. We''ll get caught.] Thanks to the concealment spell, they hadn''t been discovered yet, but with her sharp senses, Laficel would likely detect them the moment they made any movement. [We just need to hold out until Baros returns...] But then, suddenly, Laficel changed direction. She retraced her steps and began heading back toward the inner part of the basin. ''Huh?'' Karnak was taken aback. ''Where is she going?'' While it was certainly a relief that the enemy was moving away, the problem was the direction. If Laficel continued in that direction, she would cross paths with Baros, who was stealthily moving under a concealment spell. As mentioned before, with her keen senses, Laficel would detect him the moment he moved, regardless of the concealment spell. Though she hadn''t noticed yet due to the distance, once they got closer, even Baros''s careful movements would give him away, and they''d lose their last remaining chance of victory. Karnak realized he had no choice but to draw her attention back to their side. And there was only one way to do it. ''No other choice. We''ll have to risk our lives!'' Both Karnak and Serati jumped out from behind the rocks. Drawing her battle aura-infused sword, Serati let out a sharp shout. "Over here!" Laficel turned her head. "Huh?" Narrowing her eyes, she bloomed into a bright, flower-like smile. "...Found you." *** Laficel''s gray hair swayed in the wind, and her blue eyes glinted. The battle aura-infused sword in her right hand began to change. Woooong! The calm blue aura transformed into a blazing purple light. The once blunt weapon sharpened into a deadly blade. There was no more intention to knock them out¡ªher intent to slice and kill was now unmistakably clear. Serati grimaced slightly. ''Of course, she''s going all out...'' Thankfully, Laficel''s gaze was locked solely on Karnak. It seemed that a "lowly subject" like Serati was of no concern to her. "Death King!" With a burst of aura, Laficel launched herself forward. "I''ll kill you!" At the same time, Karnak activated Chaos Magic. "Rise, spirits of the earth!" Countless piles of dirt erupted from all around. They rapidly transformed into massive earth golems. He summoned a total of 20 golems and chanted the command phrase. "Strike down my enemies at my command!" The golems charged at Laficel en masse. In midair, she twisted her body and unleashed waves of purple sword aura. "Take this!" The blade of her aura cut through the golems mercilessly, weaving destruction through their ranks. Each time the light flashed, chunks of rock were sliced cleanly away. The smooth, sliced surfaces of the rocks slammed into the ground with a deafening crash. Boom! Boom! Boom! Even slicing butter with a hot knife wouldn''t be as effortless as this. Watching the golems being mercilessly cut down, Serati shouted urgently, "It''s not working!" "It wasn''t supposed to work!" It was merely a stalling tactic. Karnak had used up all of his chaos power to summon those 20 golems. Even for Laficel, it would take some time to destroy all of them. So, did they manage to buy... maybe 5 seconds? "What''s the point of all this?" "There is a point! It bought me time to use necromancy!" With their current abilities, defeating Laficel was impossible. Even Jiken, a mage more powerful than Karnak, and Trib, a more skilled aura user than Serati, had been defeated effortlessly and pathetically. Magic and aura were no match for her. Their only hope was necromancy! Karnak, having drained himself of chaos power, immediately cloaked himself in a thick shroud of darkness. "Come forth, my servants! I command you in the name of the King of the Dead!" Black evil spirits rose from the shadows around them. The spirits danced through the air, releasing malevolent waves as they howled. Screeeech! Serati''s face hardened as she watched the evil spirits fill the basin. "Is it really okay to use necromancy?" "As long as no one finds out, it''s fine!" This was why they had waited for the rest of the King''s Order to fall before acting. With no witnesses around, they could safely use necromancy. Even if people woke up later and noticed traces of darkness, they could always blame it on Laficel. Karnak gave orders, moving his fingertips as if conducting. "Go forth, those summoned by the abyss. Face the light with your pain..." The evil spirits rushed toward Laficel one after another. Hissss! Screech! At this point, Karnak had regained enough of his power of darkness. With his full power in necromancy, even Laficel couldn''t deal with them as easily as before. "Death King..." Of course, while the situation was a bit better than with the golems, it was still only a stalling tactic. "...I''ll kill you!" Laficel swung her sword again, unleashing a merciless barrage of strikes against the oncoming spirits. One by one, the evil spirits began to melt away rapidly. In that brief moment, Karnak prepared another necromancy spell. "Servant, I now grant you a form!" A red aura rose from Serati''s feet, enveloping her entire body. It then transformed into grotesque-looking full plate armor. She gasped in surprise. "What is this?" "It''s the armor of the Blood Demon summoned from Gehenna! Now we stand a better chance!" Karnak shouted. Serati felt a wave of unease. Did that mean the evil power of hell now enveloped her entire body? As a human, she should naturally be repulsed by such a thing. ''So why does it feel so comfortable?'' It was as if she had never worn such a snug and fitting armor before in her life. ''How corrupted has my soul become?'' She wanted to cry, but there wasn''t time to dwell on it. Clad in the crimson armor, Serati leaped into action. "Hyaah!" The armor''s abilities were indeed impressive. In an instant, she managed to get behind Laficel. Her physical abilities had improved dramatically. Laficel''s expression shifted slightly. "...A servant of hell!" Earlier, she had dismissed Serati as a ''lowly subject'' and focused solely on Karnak. But now, Serati was brimming with the necromantic power of the Death King. That made her the priority threat. "I''ll kill you!" A terrifying killing intent pierced straight into Serati''s mind. She felt like a frog facing down a snake. ''Ahhh...'' Yet, despite her fear, her body continued to move. "Who said I''m just going to die?" Her battle aura-infused sword slashed through the air in a brilliant arc. The clash of red and purple lights filled the sky as they collided. Boom! Bang! Amazingly, Serati managed to block Laficel''s attacks three times in a row. Considering the vast difference between red-class and purple-class, this was an incredible feat. ''Wait, am I actually doing okay?'' Just as that thought crossed her mind... "Hmph!" With a disdainful snort, Laficel swung her battle aura sword upward in a long, sweeping motion. Serati quickly twisted her body to evade the attack. She barely dodged the strike, the purple aura grazing the edge of her armor. Or so she thought. But then... Boom! Serati''s entire body was sent flying like a child hit by a runaway carriage, crashing dozens of meters away. The impact was so intense that she bounced along the ground like a stone skipping on water. "Ugh! Urgh!" S~ea??h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. It turned out Laficel had been holding back all this time. She had merely been testing her opponent''s strength, exchanging light blows to assess her abilities¡ªa common habit among skilled warriors. "Ugh... ugh..." Serati groaned as she forced herself to her feet. Fortunately, the armor of hell didn''t just enhance her physical abilities; it also provided incredible defense. Thanks to that, she could still move. But if the fight continued like this, the outcome was clear. Trembling, Serati anxiously glanced toward the other side of the basin. ''When on earth is Sir Barros going to return?'' *** On the west side of the basin, where the darkness lay thick, Baros moved stealthily under the cover of night. Even as he advanced, he kept glancing over his shoulder. ''Things are really chaotic over there.'' Flashes of light erupted in the night sky, a clear sign that Karnak and Serati were in the middle of a fierce battle against Laficel. ''I need to hurry...'' But he couldn''t move any faster. If he rushed, Karnak''s concealment spell would break. As frustrating as it was, he had no choice but to maintain a steady pace, keeping his cool. At last, he arrived at the desired location. Amid the tall grass, he spotted the unconscious Jiken and Trib, both knocked out. But they weren''t the reason he had come here. ''Sorry, but I''ll have to save you two later.'' Baros continued forward, his true objective in sight. Lying between them, was a large two-handed sword bound by mana chains. It was the cursed sword Mareda. [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 96 - 95 Chapter 96: Chapter 95 Death Knight Lord Baros and the Martial King of Syphras, Laficel. These two are almost on the same level. If you look closely, Baros is slightly below Laficel in terms of skill, but the difference isn''t significant. However, while the regressed Baros has no aura to speak of, Laficel possesses a purple battle aura. Where did she even obtain that aura? There''s no way a child of just thirteen or so could have gained it through training alone. And it''s not like her future self brought it back either. Battle aura isn''t something that attaches to the soul. If that were possible, Baros would have returned to this era with his vast dark aura intact. The answer is simple. "It''s the power of the cursed sword." The cursed sword Mareda controls its host, slashing down humans and sucking up their blood. It then sends that power back to the host, making them stronger, pushing them to slay more humans. "It converts the blood into the host''s dark aura." In other words, the aura Laficel is currently wielding is all evil energy injected by the cursed sword. Here''s where her genius comes in¡ªshe not only broke free from the cursed sword''s control, but she even transformed that dark aura into her own unique aura. And she did all of this while in a state of madness. "Of course, since it''s not a power she cultivated on her own, once it''s used up, she won''t be able to replenish it. But for now, she can use it like her own aura, which is why she''s so powerful." Karnak''s explanation made Serati sigh. She had a pretty good guess about what he was getting at. So, he''s saying that if Baros could use aura, he could stand a chance against Laficel? "You''re telling me to let Sir Baros possess my body again, aren''t you?" For once, her guess was wrong. "It''s useless." Baros shook his head. Even if he took over Serati''s body, the outcome would be the same. "The physical gap is just too big." Serati bristled. "Are you saying I''m that weak?" She found it hard to accept. No matter how much of a genius her opponent might be to become a Martial King in the future, Laficel was currently just a teenage girl who hadn''t trained much. Meanwhile, Serati was a woman in her twenties who had been training diligently. How could she be any less skilled? "It''s not that. No matter how used to handling someone else''s body I am, it''s still not better than handling my own." "Oh...." Now she understood. When it comes to opponents of equal skill, even something as simple as whether you''re wielding a familiar weapon can determine the outcome. If it''s your own body, that goes without saying. "Then what am I supposed to do?" "The young master already told you, the answer is simple." With a resigned expression, Baros looked across the basin. "He''s telling me to sneak over, pick up the cursed sword, and give it a try." *** Reflecting on conversation with Serati, Baros stared at the two-handed sword before him. The cursed sword Mareda was bound by mana chains, emitting a strange, eerie hum. Hummmmm.... Baros''s face stiffened slightly. ''Can I handle it?'' But he had no other choice. This cursed sword was his only hope. Or, to be more precise, it was the only way for him to survive this challenge while still living like a human. If he intended to live like he had before, there were plenty of other options, of course. "Alright, let''s do this!" Resolving himself, Baros reached out his hand. His thick fingers wrapped around Mareda''s hilt. Fwoosh! Black flames erupted, filling his vision. The killing intent and madness surged, threatening to consume his mind. "Wretched human...." A thunderous voice echoed in his ears. "Accept the dominion of darkness!" And then, a horrifying scream pierced the air. "Arghhhhhhhh!" *** Terrifying evil spirits, whose mere touch could snuff out life, roamed the sky. Shadows of destruction, capable of splitting even rocks, raced across the ground. "Kyaaaaaa!" "Graaaah!" The evil spirits screamed as they continued to swarm. The entire basin was overflowing with sinister power. Yet still, Laficel remained unscathed. "Karnak...." With a soft murmur, she swung her sword. The purple aura formed a massive blade that swept across the sky. Nearly a dozen powerful wraiths¡ªevil spirits so strong that a single one required an entire battalion from the temple¡ªwere cut down in one strike. "Karnak...." She stepped forward, weaving through the crowd of shadows. Waves of aura spread in all directions. The light erased the shadows as ripples of radiance shook the ground. Clearing a path, Laficel leaped forward. "...Karnak!" Slashing through the evil spirits, she made a beeline for the necromancer''s neck. In a panic, Serati raised her sword to block the attack. "Hah!" The clash of aura-infused swords sent a jarring shockwave through her entire body. Serati grimaced in pain. ''Argh, dammit!'' But this time, she wasn''t sent flying in humiliation. The armor summoned from Gehenna deployed a shadow shield just in time, absorbing the remaining impact. Even in her pain, Serati felt a sense of awe. ''Wow, I actually blocked that....'' It made her realize once again just how powerful necromancy could be. The problem was, it also made her realize just how terrifyingly strong this girl, Laficel, really was! "Servant of Hell!" With a beast-like growl, Laficel extended her left hand. A purple aura bullet became a flash of light and exploded against Serati''s abdomen. "Guh, urgh!" The impact felt like her internal organs had been flipped upside down. Serati coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground again. "Ugh...." Even through her groans, she couldn''t help but admire her opponent. ''So this is what it''s like when an aura master reaches the peak, to be able to project their aura like magic bullets or arrows...'' Thanks to Serati''s efforts, the evil spirits managed to block Laficel''s path once again. Frustrated that she couldn''t target Karnak, Laficel let out a scream full of rage. "Arrrgh!" Her elegant sword dance flowed like that of a goddess, and one by one, the evil spirits melted away. Even amidst the battle, she seized any opportunity to strike at Karnak. "Death King!" A brief gap appeared in the evil spirits'' encirclement. Laficel lunged forward, her aura-imbued sword sweeping through the air. "Ah!" This time, Serati couldn''t block in time. The sword''s lightning-fast slash was aimed precisely at Karnak''s neck. Serati''s eyes widened in shock. ''Lord Karnak?'' Fortunately, Karnak''s head didn''t fall. No blood spilled. It simply vanished without a trace. It was an illusion. Suddenly, several Karnaks appeared across the basin, one after another. "Huff...." "I almost died...." "Good thing I prepared...." Luckily, Laficel was still out of her mind, meaning she was susceptible to illusions. And if there''s one thing Karnak excels at, it''s illusion magic and bewitching spells! All of Karnak''s illusions spoke at once. "Now." "All we need to do is wait." "Until Baros arrives!" But the three chattering illusions were quickly cut down by Laficel''s purple aura. "Karnak...." Unable to tell which one was real, Laficel came up with a very simple solution. "I''ll just kill them all!" Waves of aura blasted out in all directions. "I am here." The destructive shockwaves rippled across the ground, sweeping over every Karnak. "I am here." Explosions resounded everywhere, one after another. "I am here." What was remarkable, however, was that even in her madness, Laficel was careful not to harm the fallen members of the King''s Order. If her aura accidentally veered toward them, she would forcibly change her attack''s direction, ensuring they wouldn''t get caught in the explosion. Serati couldn''t help but feel impressed. ''Even in this state, she''s that skilled....'' Though they were enemies, it was hard not to respect her. What kind of righteous hero must she have been to act like this? ''Compared to her, this guy....'' Serati glanced over at Karnak with a look of disdain. The lord of her soul was hiding in the safest place he could find. Where? He was crouched behind one of the fallen members of the King''s Order. He was using the enemy''s kindness to his advantage, treating his ally as a literal meat shield. "..." [What? Why? I have to survive too, you know?] Judging by his flushed face, he was at least aware of how embarrassing his behavior was. Regardless, the illusion magic was working well on Laficel. Again and again, her purple aura sword sliced through the illusions, and each time, Karnak conjured new illusions to hold her off. But it was only a temporary solution. Once his mana ran out, the outcome was inevitable. Karnak, growing more anxious, muttered to himself as he continued to cast illusions. ''Come on, Baros, hurry up before I die....'' Serati, desperate herself, asked. [When is she going to run out of power?] Karnak had explained that once Laficel used up all the blood-infused aura provided by the cursed sword, she wouldn''t be able to replenish it. But there was no sign that her power was diminishing at all. It was baffling. Hadn''t the entire King''s Order fought in shifts just to wear her down? [Did we fail to exhaust her strength properly?] Karnak weakly replied. [No, this is her exhausted state...] Her strength had indeed been worn down, she was tired, and her stored aura was depleted. In reality, she was barely clinging to life, fighting in a near-death state. [A near-death state, and she''s this strong?] [Yeah.] [Damn...] Despite supposedly being near death, Laficel looked frighteningly alive, rampaging even more wildly. Her aura-imbued sword slashed relentlessly in all directions. Explosions, smoke, evil spirits, and illusions mixed together, creating chaos. "...Death King!" Karnak was sweating profusely. While he had improved his necromantic power considerably compared to before, it still wasn''t that strong. He was running out of strength. [Is this as far as I can go living like a decent human? Do I need to live like I used to again?] Serati remarked in disbelief. [Are you saying you''ve been living decently up until now?] The scene around them was filled with necromancy, evil spirits everywhere, and dark energy boiling over, making it look like the middle of hell. ''And yet, he thinks he could get even more wicked?'' Apparently, he could. [The 1st and 7th battalions are all down.] These were people who had gathered for the sake of justice and honor. And the 7th Battalion even held deep trust and affection for Karnak. [If I kill them all and gather their souls, I could take her on...] [Yes, you''ve been fighting decently until now, for sure.] Serati couldn''t believe it. Such a vicious idea was something she had never even imagined. It was beyond her comprehension. To be fair, Karnak had no real intention of doing it either. [I know, I know. I''m well aware it''s something I shouldn''t do. But if things keep going like this, we have no other options...] Just then, something unexpected happened. Laficel''s movements suddenly stopped. "...." With a blank expression, she turned her head and quickly moved. Her small form slid through the darkness in an instant. At the same time, rain began to fall from the sky. A rain of sharp, blood-red flashes. Dozens of blood swords rained down in a storm. Boom! Boom! Boom! S~ea??h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Amidst the relentless bombardment, a man revealed himself. A towering knight, gripping a massive two-handed sword in one hand, with red aura trailing behind him. "Is everyone still alive? I''m not too late, am I?" Serati''s face lit up, and she shouted excitedly. "Sir Baros!" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 97 - 96 Chapter 97: Chapter 96 Finally, the long-awaited reinforcements arrived. Karnak shouted irritably. "You''re late!" Feeling wronged, Baros immediately retorted. "I hurried as much as I could!" Laficel stood quietly, just glaring at the opponent. "..." Unlike before, she didn''t launch an immediate attack. It seemed she instinctively sensed that the situation was dire. Serati, looking at the two-handed sword Baros held, asked in a concerned tone. "Are you okay with that cursed sword?" It was a vile sword, one that had the power to dominate humans and turn them into bloodthirsty murderers. Even Baros, who had been the Death King''s most loyal servant, was now just an ordinary human. How long could Baros withstand the terrifying power of that sword? Baros answered with a serious face. "I''m focusing as much as I can." Indeed, handling the sword''s power was a tricky task. If he lost focus for even a moment, the balance would be destroyed! ''Gah! I messed up again!'' A horrendous scream erupted from the cursed sword Mareda. "Aaaah!" At the same time, a pale evil spirit appeared through the blade. "Ah! Ah! Aaaaaah!" It thrashed about wildly, desperately trying to escape from the sword. It looked like a drowning person frantically flailing for life. "This again?" Baros muttered with a scowl as he shook the sword. "Where do you think you''re going? You can''t escape." A dark current rose from the blade, capturing the evil spirit and sucking it back into the sword. It was as if it was being dragged to hell. "Kyyaaaaah!" With a final, agonizing scream, the evil spirit vanished back into the blade. "Just a little lapse in focus and it tries to pass on for good, even though it''s an evil spirit." Serati stared in disbelief. ''Oh, that scream was from the evil spirit?'' As expected, the servant matched the master. Like Karnak, Baros was also one who belonged to the "abyss." For some reason, Serati felt the weight of her fate more deeply than ever. How had she ended up among people against whom even evil spirits were desperate to escape? Just as she was lost in thought, Baros directed a message at her. [Please guard the young master, Dame Serati.] [Ah, yes!] Snapping back to her senses, Serati rushed to Karnak. Baros lifted the cursed sword Mareda and pointed it at Laficel. "It''s been a while, Dame Laficel." Woooong! A sinister red battle aura radiated from the blade. It was the dark aura drawn out by the sword''s power. "We''re not exactly happy to meet again, are we?" Laficel could barely handle this dark aura and had to transform it into her own aura before she could use it effectively. But for Baros, this was his expertise. "Given the situation, let''s give it our all." The grey-haired girl twisted her expression. "Lord Baros..." Her blue eyes filled with murderous intent, and purple aura surged, enveloping her entire body. "You cursed dog of the Death King!" Her voice, filled with hatred, echoed through the air. *** The gray-haired girl slashed vertically through the air. The giant knight counterattacks with an upward strike, kicking the ground. Two streams of battle aura clashed midair. Crackle! A deafening sound echoed as if the air itself had shattered. A vortex of light burst out in all directions. "Ugh!" "Argh!" Both let out groans as they staggered backward. The first clash was a draw. In terms of speed, timing, and the destructive power of their aura, they were evenly matched. Karnak, observing from the sidelines, muttered to himself. ''As expected, when Baros uses the cursed sword, he can still manage this level of power even in his current state.'' The pure power of the cursed sword alone wouldn''t be able to achieve such efficiency. At best, it might shatter a few rocks and drain the remaining bloodstone. "Die!" With a sharp cry, Laficel unleashed another slashing attack. The blade of light danced chaotically, teasing the eye with its dazzling movements. But Baros wasn''t fooled. ''I''ve been hit by this move too many times before!'' He ignored the flashing blade and focused on the flow of the sword itself. He calmly deflected the incoming strike and immediately launched a counterattack. Clang! The blades collided, and the exchange of strikes began. Sparks flew again and again. Blades of grass were shredded and sent flying, while the atmosphere around them seemed to tear apart with a howl. Rumble! Like two beasts filled with murderous intent, they gave no quarter, leaving no openings for each other. Both of their breaths grew heavier. "Haa... haa..." "Huff... huff..." They needed to steady their erratic breathing. Baros stepped back and slammed his cursed sword into the ground. ''Let''s catch my breath for now!'' A wave of dark red aura surged from the sword, ripping through the earth as it traveled. It was his favored long-range aura technique, Shadow Claw. Laficel responded by striking the ground with her sword, sending an aura wave to counter it. The two waves of aura intertwined like snakes and then exploded. Boom! Boom! Boom! Karnak, watching, allowed a slight grin to form. ''Ho?'' Laficel was pushed back more than 10 meters, while Baros stood firm, catching his breath where he was. ''It seems we''ve managed to wear her down quite a bit.'' It made sense. She had been fighting relentlessly since dusk. Even while under the cursed sword''s control, she had fought against the entire King''s Order, and after breaking free from its control, she continued battling. She had to be nearing exhaustion by now. But Baros wasn''t in a particularly advantageous position either. The cursed sword Mareda had been running on fumes for a while. There was hardly any blood energy left in it. Baros was simply squeezing out the last drops to fuel his dark aura as efficiently as possible. ''If I had known it would come to this, I would''ve gathered more dark aura for Baros in advance. But doing that would''ve meant living the way we used to....'' Dark aura doesn''t come for free. He would need to kill at least a hundred people to gather enough aura to fuel Baros. ''Anyway, I need to focus on surviving this immediate crisis.'' Karnak began to calmly draw out his remaining necromantic power. ''Given how tired she is, this technique should start working soon.'' *** After learning Laficel''s true identity, several mysteries were finally resolved. Why had she screamed and run the moment she saw Karnak? Given what she had gone through, it was hardly surprising. Her soul had been mutilated¡ªhow terrifying that must have been. Then why did she later come back to try and kill him? It was because she had been freed from the cursed sword Mareda. While under its control, she didn''t have the mental strength to overcome her fear of the Death King. Only after breaking free could she suppress her fear with anger. Why had the surroundings been so pristine when Wallace and Beric died? How had neither the clerics nor Karnak sensed any dark aura? It was simply because she hadn''t used the power of darkness. Someone like Laficel could easily massacre those two with just her natural talent and enhanced physical abilities, even without the dark aura of the cursed sword. However, there was still one unanswered question. When Laficel was under the sword''s control, she had acted in a bizarre manner, targeting the members of the 7th Battalion in a specific order, based on how close they stood to Karnak. It made no sense. Moreover, she had uncharacteristically tried to kill innocent people with a disturbing persistence. Only after thoroughly examining Laficel''s soul did Karnak find the answer. ''This is part of my karma, too. Sigh.'' Karnak had torn Laficel''s soul and body into three parts and made her the gatekeeper for Necropia''s gates. He had also implanted specific commands into each part. S§×arch* The N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. To the skeleton soldier guarding the northern gate, who had to be wary of humanity, he gave this command: ¡ªKill every human that approaches. To the flesh golem guarding the western gate, the main gate he used regularly, he said this: ¡ªOnly the Death King''s closest confidants may pass through. And to the living armor guarding the southern gate, which saw the most traffic, he gave this instruction: ¡ªDiscern friend from foe, and block anyone with hostility. On top of that, there was Laficel''s original extreme hatred and fury toward the Death King: ¡ªI''ll kill you, Karnak! I''ll definitely kill you! All these commands had mixed together, resulting in a mess. ¡ªKill all approaching humans, only the Death King''s closest may pass, discern friend from foe, I''ll kill you, I''ll definitely kill you! A complete disaster, to say the least. Once Karnak realized this, he saw a way to resolve the situation. ''If I can fuse her soul back together, that madness should subside.'' But he couldn''t restore her fully to normal. If he did, he''d be beaten to death by Laficel, who had once been the Martial King. ''I''ll need to bury all her memories deep within her unconscious mind while healing her soul.'' This way, all of her memories would be sealed, including her hatred and anger. As Karnak began to cast his spell, he formed a seal with both hands. "O suffering soul, let the King of the Underworld guide you to peace..." A dark magic circle appeared on the ground, exuding a sinister energy. At the same time, mist-like particles spread toward Laficel. Since there was no hostility, she didn''t try to evade them. She didn''t even seem to notice, still fixated on Baros. Karnak''s incantation continued. "Follow the path of rest, and enter the realm of peace..." *** Dark red battle aura and purple aura clashed in the air. Crackle! Electric sparks flew as both figures were thrown in opposite directions. Baros, wielding the cursed sword Mareda, and Laficel, holding an ordinary longsword, glared at each other. "Huff, huff..." "Haah..." Both were breathing heavily, sizing each other up. Blood stained Baros''s shoulder and Laficel''s thigh. The bleeding stopped quickly. Those who had mastered the art of aura control could easily stem bleeding with just their aura. Of course, stopping the bleeding didn''t mean the wounds had healed. ''Ugh, if I move too much, it''ll reopen.'' Feeling anxious, Baros glanced behind him. ''He''s doing something, but...'' He could feel a powerful, sinister energy emanating from Karnak. ''Why is it taking so long?'' This was the former Death King, after all. Unless he lacked necromantic power entirely, if he could still use it, he should be more than proficient. While still keeping an eye on Laficel, Baros sent a quick message. [Young master, how much longer?] [Just hold on a little longer!] The reply was urgent, clearly showing Karnak''s deep concentration. [What exactly are you doing?] [Sealing Laficel''s memories!] [Is that something that takes this long?] [It''s hard because I''m not used to doing this!] Baros was even more confused. Sealing memories? That''s not something he hadn''t done before. Karnak had tampered with memories countless times, gaining all sorts of infamy for it! Karnak shouted as if making an excuse. [I''m healing Laficel''s soul! I''ve never healed anyone other than you!] That''s right. Crushing and breaking souls, erasing memories¡ªthat was easy. He did that all the time. But carefully nurturing a soul, treating it with gentleness, ensuring it''s healed without engaging in hostile actions¡ªthat was something he had never once done! [Ugh, I should have lived more kindly...] Watching Karnak struggle and groan, Serati was taken aback. [Why are you suddenly doing something so nice?] Could it be that he felt guilty? Was that why he was trying to save Laficel''s soul, even though his life was at risk? No way. [If she senses hostility or murderous intent, she''ll immediately strike back! I have to be as gentle as possible to make her accept the healing!] Right now, it was impossible for Karnak to dominate or brainwash Laficel''s soul. Her mental strength was too strong for that. However, it was possible to heal her fragmented soul. That was because this act wasn''t rooted in hostility but in goodwill. It was within the realm of what Laficel''s instincts allowed. In a way, it was like trying to calm a wild beast enough to administer medicine. [So, just hold on a little longer!] [I think I can manage, but...] Baros glanced anxiously at the two-handed sword in his hand. The sword''s evil spirit peeked out from between the blades, looking like a dried-up mummy. The blood energy had already been completely drained, and even the spiritual energy was hanging by a thread. [I''m worried this thing won''t hold out much longer.] Laficel, who had steadied her breathing, once again had her eyes turn blood-red. "...I''ll kill you, dog of the Death King!" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 98 - 97 Chapter 98: Chapter 97 A purple sword wind relentlessly pressured Baros. The clashing of metal echoed loudly and repeatedly. Baros gritted his teeth as he dodged and parried frantically. ''Still such an exhausting style.'' In terms of skill and experience, Baros wasn''t inferior to Laficel. Even in terms of battle aura, there wasn''t much of a difference. Both of them were barely able to utilize the energy they gained from the cursed sword Mareda. In fact, Baros had a clear advantage in terms of physical size. The current Baros is a young man in the prime of his life who has trained diligently and eaten only good food. On the other hand, Laficel was still just a young girl. She hadn''t trained properly, nor was her nutrition the best. Physically, he had an overwhelming advantage. Yet, Baros was the one being pushed back. "You dog of the Death King!" Laficel screamed as she slashed diagonally with her sword imbued with battle aura. "I''ll kill youuu!" It seemed like a simple strike, but Baros wasn''t careless. He knew all too well how deceptively that simple trajectory could change in an instant. ''Which way will it be this time?'' Using his experience, he predicted her next move and found an opening. He stepped forward with his left foot and countered with a thrust! "Ugh!" The one who was wounded was Baros. His thrust barely grazed Laficel, but her diagonal slash struck his shoulder with precision. A sharp pain surged through his shoulder. Baros gritted his teeth as he retreated. ''I got hit again, damn it.'' That was the issue. Even other Martial Kings marveled at Laficel''s greatest strength. She could fight exceptionally well without needing to be taught, and even without experience, she could instinctively find the right answer in battle. He simply couldn''t keep up with that terrifying battle sense. ''Back then, at least, I could still manage....'' In truth, battle sense alone doesn''t determine one''s strength. Able to fight well without learning? Able to find the right move without experience? This also means that if someone trained diligently and gained enough experience, they could potentially catch up. That was why Baros, the Death Knight Lord, could surpass Martial King Laficel back then. He could compensate for his lack of battle sense with mastered swordsmanship and experience. And his overwhelming physical ability helped as well. But now, his battle aura was too weak. He couldn''t properly utilize his swordsmanship or experience. Despite his physical advantage, he was gradually overwhelmed. As the relentless attacks continued, Baros'' body was increasingly stained with blood. "Ugh! Guh! Argh!" Unable to bear watching any longer, Serati stepped in. She swung her sword infused with battle aura, targeting Laficel''s back. [I''ll join you, Sir Baros!] Laficel reacted immediately. Her crescent moon-shaped attack knocked Serati back. Boom! Serati adjusted her stance, absorbing the impact. Earlier, she had been knocked away like a skipping stone. But this time, she managed to evade the attack. ''Alright! I can handle this now!'' Until now, she hadn''t been able to intervene. But now, Laficel was thoroughly exhausted. Serati, who was a Red Knight, could now hold her own. The armor summoned from the hell was also a big help. Suddenly curious, Serati asked. [This armor is amazing, so why aren''t you using it, Sir Baros?] Baros gave a bitter smile. [I can''t use it.] [Why not?] [The armor runs away.] [...What?] As Serati stood puzzled, Baros pointed at the cursed sword Mareda. [It''s in the same category as this.] In other words, the armor from hell, like the cursed sword, turned humans into hosts and consumed their souls. [Wait, then what''s happening to my soul right now?] Baros averted his gaze and charged at Laficel again. "Hyaaaaah!" Serati''s unease grew. Why was he avoiding the question? [Excuse me, Sir Baros?] [It''s fine. The young master will take care of it.] [...Take care of what exactly?] Even as she wore a troubled expression, Serati kept swinging her sword. For now, dealing with Laficel was the most urgent priority. With the two of them attacking together, the situation began to turn in their favor. Laficel''s expression gradually twisted. "Ugh! Argh! Guh!" Karnak''s eyes gleamed with anticipation. ''Both of them are doing well!'' Just a bit more, and he would be able to reach her soul. It was then. Laficel''s sword struck the blade of the cursed sword Mareda with a powerful blow. A deafening roar filled the air, followed by a scream. "Aaaaahhhhh!" But it wasn''t Laficel, Baros, or Serati who screamed. The sound came from Mareda itself. From the blade of the sword, a dark, translucent humanoid figure began to float. "Haaaahhhh..." With an oddly satisfied expression, the sword''s evil spirit started dissolving into the ground. Serati blinked in confusion. "What, what just happened?" Baros grimaced. "Ah, damn it. That bastard finally went back to hell." *** Laficel''s sword, imbued with battle aura, flickered through Baros''s field of vision, taunting him. "Lord Baros!" Baros rolled across the ground as he leapt backward. His timing was impeccable, allowing him to dodge perfectly. Yes. He didn''t just narrowly escape; he completely avoided the attack. Yet, despite that, the shockwave still caught him and sent him flying like a fallen leaf! "Uwaahhh!" The massive, bear-like figure bounced on the ground like a fox. To prevent a follow-up attack, Serati quickly targeted Laficel from behind. "Hiyah!" But Laficel immediately changed the direction of her sword. The swords, both charged with battle aura, collided with a deafening sound. Serati staggered backward, cold sweat dripping from her forehead. [W-What should we do now?] Baros, unable to use the dark battle aura, was no longer of any help. Now, Serati had to face Laficel alone. Feeling desperate, Serati sent a telepathic message. [Should I offer you my body now?] [Uh... That sounds a bit strange, you know...] Of course, her intention was to suggest Baros possess her body through necromancy. [It''s already too late.] Baros shook his head. [You should''ve done that earlier.] Karnak had already begun his necromancy ritual. Attempting possession now would require stopping the ongoing spell casting, meaning they''d have to start all over again. It would put them at an even greater disadvantage. Baros glared at the now-empty cursed sword. "How could an evil spirit lack so much tenacity? Just a little pressure, and it couldn''t handle it?" Laficel, who had been watching them both, suddenly burst into laughter. "Hahaha!" Then she lunged at Baros. It was only natural¡ªof the two, it was obvious which one she held a deeper grudge against. Baros responded as well. Now wielding just a regular two-handed sword, not the cursed blade, he wore a grim expression. ''Damn it, can I even handle this?'' He executed precise thrusts and slashes in rapid succession, displaying an exceptional, well-practiced swordsmanship that occupied all of Laficel''s space. But with a single, casual horizontal slash from Laficel, it was all blown away! "Ugh!" The impact traveled through the blade, paralyzing both of Baros''s arms. sea??h th§× NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. He grimaced. ''As expected, it''s no use...'' Laficel laughed wildly as she brought her sword down toward Baros''s head. "Hahaha!" Fortunately, Baros managed to dodge just in time. The killing intent was so thick that he could sense it and react first. But he couldn''t avoid the mid-level kick that followed immediately. The chain of attacks was simply too fast. ''Even though I know it''s coming, I can''t dodge...'' Thud! His right arm, barely holding on, went limp. Even though he had tried to mitigate the blow, his thick arm muscles were paralyzed in a single hit. He wouldn''t be able to use that arm for a while. ''At this rate, I''m going to die!'' Desperately, Baros called out to Karnak. He had no other option left. "Young master!" "J-Just a little more!" "I don''t have time for that anymore!" They truly didn''t have time. Baros was now shouting, not just magic messages. As Baros staggered, Serati rushed in to confront Laficel. "Move, Sir Baros!" Charging head-on toward Laficel, Serati aimed a head strike to grab her attention before attempting a slash at her waist. It was basic swordsmanship, but effective in real combat. Of course, it wouldn''t be enough to work on someone like Laficel. "Servant of Hell!" Easily dodging the attack, Laficel swung her sword in a horizontal slash. In that moment, Serati''s eyes gleamed. She had purposely used a basic technique, hoping for this very moment. ''Now!'' Ignoring Laficel''s slash, Serati countered with a thrust. She had trusted in the defense of her armor. Although she knew she would get injured, she believed it wouldn''t be fatal. But even that was within Laficel''s expectations. Ha... With a mocking laugh, Laficel launched a front kick. Her toes struck the flat side of Serati''s sword, knocking the thrust upward. Then, with a fierce roundhouse kick, she targeted Serati''s side. Boom! Crimson shards flew in all directions with a loud noise. Serati screamed in excruciating pain that made her eyes roll back. "Aaahhh!" She gritted her teeth, trying to keep her mind from becoming hazy. ''How can it hurt this much? She''s so small!'' A girl barely 150 centimeters tall had kicked the armor of hell with her bare feet, yet her foot remained unharmed while the armor shattered. It wasn''t just astonishing¡ªit was incomprehensible. Laficel''s ability to manipulate aura was on a whole other level. Even as he staggered, Baros couldn''t help but be impressed. ''She''s always been like this, but her talent is truly innate...'' Laficel wasn''t in a normal state right now. Her memories were shattered, and her soul was in tatters. Yet she was still perfectly converting the cursed sword''s dark aura into her own aura. ''No one taught her that... she''s doing it purely through battle instinct...'' Just as Baros was marveling at her skill, a thought struck him. "Huh?" Laficel had done all of this without being taught by anyone... "Wait..." She had taken power that wasn''t her own and made it hers? "...Ah!" A faint glimmer of realization flashed in Baros''s eyes. *** The barrage of follow-up attacks continued. Punches, kicks, and slashes rained down mercilessly on the cracked hell armor. Serati''s entire body was slowly turning into a bloody mess. "Agh! Ugh! Gah! Aaah!" Serati was on the verge of death. Boom! Suddenly, with a loud explosion, Laficel''s small body was thrown backward. A red flash had struck her hard. "...Aura?" Shocked, Serati turned around to see what had happened. A massive knight stood there, holding a two-handed sword, emanating a glowing red light. It wasn''t the dark aura from before, but a bright, fiery aura like flames. It was unmistakable. Pure aura. "Sir Baros? Did you... awaken?" And at such perfect timing? How in the world? "Explaining it would take a while..." Without looking back at Serati, Baros stepped forward. "But first, let''s deal with the situation here!" Laficel, who had been thrown back, quickly regained her stance and charged again. Baros calmly swung his sword to meet her. Their auras clashed, but this time Baros wasn''t being pushed back. Wielding the brilliant red aura, Baros wore an odd expression. ''So this is what it feels like?'' He had always relied on the energy of others. He had never once used his own aura directly. ''It''s... quite a strange feeling.'' Gradually, Laficel began to falter. No matter how much of a genius she was, she had completely exhausted her strength by now. Meanwhile, Baros still had plenty of energy left. No, to be exact, it wasn''t just that he had energy left¡ªhe had gained a new power. "Alright, it''s about time you go down!" Once the balance tipped in his favor, it didn''t shift again. Baros''s aura-infused sword shattered Laficel''s longsword. The radiant purple aura surrounding her weapon began to fade. In that state, he grabbed the little girl by the back of her neck and slammed her hard into the ground! Thud! Pinning her down, Baros called out once more. "Still not done yet, young master?" "It''s over!" In truth, the final blow had broken the resistance of Laficel''s soul. Karnak delivered the finishing strike. "O burden of suffering, rest now under the shadow of darkness!" A pillar of darkness descended upon Laficel. She let out a piercing scream. "Aaaaaaah!" And then, she collapsed, going limp. Baros placed his fingers near her nose to check her breathing, then let out a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness, she''s still alive." As Karnak approached, he asked incredulously, "Hey, Baros, what happened to you? What''s with that aura?" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 99 - 98 Chapter 99: Chapter 98 After his space-time regression, Baros struggled greatly because he couldn''t awaken his aura on his own. It wasn''t just because he had no prior experience awakening aura. If he had simply started over from the beginning, it might have been easier. After all, his mind was still full of martial arts manuals he had collected in his previous life. But none of that was useful to him now. He had gotten into the bad habit of always using other people''s power, other people''s battle aura. Even his soul had become significantly distorted. While the way he operated his battle aura was like that of an aura user, the way he stored it inside his body was closer to that of a necromancer. Given how distorted he had become, he needed a different method of awakening, but there was no martial arts manual that could help him with that. That''s why he had told Karnak before, hadn''t he? When you walk a path different from others, this becomes a problem. There''s nothing to refer to when something goes wrong. "But it turns out," Baros muttered, "there was such a case right in front of me." Baros looked at the collapsed Laficel. Freed from the control of the cursed sword, she had perfectly transformed the dark battle aura into her own aura. She had gone from relying on someone else''s battle aura to using her own. It was precisely the method of operation that Baros wanted. Serafi asked in surprise, "Can you imitate it just by watching it once?" "Hey, even though I''m like this now, I used to be pretty famous back in the day, you know?" Baros shrugged. "I can''t compare in terms of skill or precision, but I can grasp the essence, the core concept." An aura user who has reached a certain level can recreate techniques just by watching. And if they were at the level of the Martial King, it would be even easier. Of course, as Baros said, his level of proficiency would be severely lacking, so it wouldn''t be fair to say he "stole" the technique. What mattered now was that he understood the method. Once he had the direction, it was a matter of training and effort. Looking down at Laficel with a newfound perspective, Baros clicked his tongue. "Once you grasp the concept, it''s not that hard. But coming up with the idea in the first place... is this the difference between a genius and an ordinary person?" Karnak nodded in agreement. "Well, in any case, it''s a good thing. So, what''s your current level?" "About this much?" Baros held up a finger. A red aura briefly flickered on his index finger before disappearing. Karnak frowned. "What? You can''t even manage Blue Knight level?" "If I put in some effort, I could do it." Instantly, his finger flared with a blue light, only to return to red a moment later. "Ah, it only lasted a second. Well, you''ll keep working on it." Serati grumbled, clearly confused. "So, why does your level go up just because you put in effort? How is that even possible?" "This isn''t something that can be explained with words." If Serati''s level increased, she would understand without needing an explanation, and if her level wasn''t high enough, no amount of talking would make her understand. Looking tired, Baros released the aura he had gathered and continued speaking. "Still, I''m better off than Dame Laficel in this regard. It looks like she''s completely exhausted." Strictly speaking, neither of them had awakened their aura on their own. They had merely converted the dark aura of the cursed sword. However, Baros was able to store some of that aura for himself, thanks to the difference in their vessels. If Laficel''s vessel was a beautiful and elegant crystal wine glass, Baros'' vessel was more like a clay pot. Crude, thick, and clunky, but also sturdy and stable. "Well, I guess I''ll take this as a foundation and work hard to build on it from here..." Baros muttered as he looked around. By now, night had fallen. Darkness covered the surroundings. In the pitch black, dozens of King''s Order members lay scattered. They were still unconscious, unable to wake up. Baros asked, looking troubled, "By the way, what should we do about them?" *** After leaving the valley, Karnak''s group returned to their original camp. They gently laid Laficel inside a tent. When Serati suggested they should tie her up just in case, two of them opposed the idea. "If my necromancy worked correctly, all her memories should be sealed. She won''t be able to use that power again." "If the young master''s necromancy didn''t work, then she''d just go berserk again. And what exactly could we tie her up with? She''d break any chains easily." Since either way, the outcome would be the same, they decided to let her rest comfortably. "Maybe she''ll have a better impression of us when she wakes up this way." With Laficel tucked inside a sleeping bag, it was time to take care of the fallen King''s Order members. Using telekinesis magic, Karnak moved Jiken and Trib and said, "Let''s lay these folks in the tents as well." Baros also slung a member of the King''s Order over his shoulder and started walking. "If we leave them like this, they''ll catch a cold, won''t they?" "Look at us, worrying about other people''s health!" "I feel like a real human!" Watching the two joke around, Serati rolled her eyes. "...Truly noble of you." Of course, she was also busy carrying the unconscious members. After a while, Serati began to wonder. "How come none of them are waking up?" It had been a considerable amount of time since they fainted. "Are they really unconscious? Could something have gone seriously wrong...?" In fact, it''s rare for a human to stay unconscious for this long. At least, not under normal circumstances. Karnak and Baros responded as if it were obvious. "Did you think we were joking when we said ''anesthesia''?" "It''s real anesthesia." As it turns out, Laficel hadn''t simply knocked them out with brute force. "She used aura like needles to paralyze their nervous system." Serati blinked, feeling like she had just heard something ridiculous. "...Is that something a person can actually do?" "Actually, I can do it too," Baros replied. It turns out that the other three Martial Kings could imitate it as well. First, you enhance your opponent''s body to assess their physical condition, then detect the flow of energy within their body to determine the appropriate amount of aura to use. You then measure the strength of their nervous system to gauge how much aura is needed to paralyze them. Finally, you strike at the exact moment, inserting just the right amount of aura into the precise spot to achieve the paralysis. "...It works if you do it like that," Baros concluded. Serati, who had been listening in disbelief, retorted, "For that to work, wouldn''t the opponent need to be lying perfectly still from the start?" Even the slightest movement would change all those variables in real-time. How could someone possibly process all that information in an instant? "That''s why only Dame Laficel uses it in actual combat." In truth, such extreme measures weren''t even necessary. Sear?h the N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Breaking their arms and legs would stop them from moving just as well, so why bother...?" "Then why did she go to such lengths?" Serati asked. Karnak answered for her. "Because breaking arms and legs doesn''t stop people under mind control." People controlled by necromancy are like zombies in some ways. Even if their bodies are destroyed, they continue to move. Laficel had developed this extraordinary technique as a way to safely subdue people under mind control without causing permanent harm. "So, this is your fault again, Lord Karnak?" "Well, yeah. Looking back, I do feel a little guilty." "A little guilty? That''s it?" As they continued to chat, they eventually finished carrying all the unconscious members of the King''s Order into the tent. Looking at the sleeping individuals, Serati asked, "So how do we wake them up?" "We could remove the aura embedded in their bodies, and they''d wake up..." Karnak turned to Baros. "But there''s no real need, is there?" "Let''s just let them rest. It''s probably good for them." These people had been worn out. Letting them sleep deeply would only help them wake up refreshed the next morning. They also collected the cursed sword Mareda. Inspecting the blade, Baros commented, "It''s no longer a cursed sword." The eerie aura that had once emanated from it was completely gone, thanks to the evil spirit that had fled from the blade. "What do we do? Won''t people find it suspicious?" "True, it is a bit too clean." The solution wasn''t too difficult. If the problem was that it looked too clean, they could simply make it look dirty again. That was something Karnak was particularly good at. "I can''t restore the cursed sword''s power, but I can make it look like a sword that''s been drained of its power." He gathered some malevolent energy from around the area and smeared it onto the blade. "It''s like the difference between plain water and flat soda." Serati tilted her head. "Isn''t flat soda just plain water?" "You''d be surprised how different they taste once you try." With the cleanup done, Karnak''s group gathered around a campfire they had set up at the edge of the camp. "Now, all that''s left is to wait for them to wake up naturally." As they gauged the time by the position of the stars, Serati asked, "So what do we do until then?" There was still quite some time before dawn. Baros''s eyes gleamed. "Let''s eat!" Serati clicked her tongue in disbelief. "...How are you always thinking about food?" "Well, you''re supposed to eat every day!" Karnak retorted confidently as he started gathering utensils. *** Unlike the heavily "anesthetized" King''s Order members, Laficel had simply collapsed in a normal state. Naturally, she regained consciousness before the others. "Ugh..." Letting out a faint groan, she opened her eyes. Three people were looking down at her. A handsome oppa with black hair, a gentle-looking oppa with blonde hair, and an incredibly beautiful unnie. The handsome oppa with black hair cautiously asked, "Are you awake?" His voice was gentle, making her heart flutter for some reason. Laficel calmly sat up and stared at the man in front of her. "...Who are you?" Her tone was youthful and childlike. Karnak smirked. "That''s what I want to ask." He then returned the question, "Who are you?" Who am I? Laficel blinked. "I don''t know." "You don''t know?" "Yeah." "You don''t remember anything?" "No, I don''t." Karnak felt a sense of relief. ''Phew, the memory seal worked well.'' Her memories were gone, and all the aura she had absorbed from the cursed sword had been completely used up. She had fully returned to being an ordinary girl of this era, meaning she was no longer a threat. "In that case, I suppose you don''t remember your name either. It''ll be difficult to call you without one, so..." Just as he was about to give her a new name, Laficel interrupted. "Laficel." "Huh?" "I remember being called Laficel. I remember that much." Karnak, doing his best to hide his surprise, quickly thought it over. ''Why does she remember her name? Could it be because it''s tied to her core identity?'' Or perhaps something went wrong with the seal. Either way, he needed to investigate further. "Well, that''s a relief. At least you remember your name..." Just as Karnak was about to continue speaking, he noticed something strange. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Laficel was staring directly at him. After a long moment of silence, she cautiously spoke. "...Do you know me by any chance?" "What?" The girl''s eyes gleamed. "I feel like I know you." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 100 - 99 Chapter 100: Chapter 99 ''Seems like she knows me...'' Karnak felt his heart drop, but he tried hard to maintain his composure. Just that alone isn''t enough to conclude that the memory seal has failed. For now, he responds calmly. "Of course you''d know me. We''ve been fighting for days now, so it''s only natural that I seem familiar." "Fighting?" "Yeah." Laficel had a blank expression. "What are you talking about?" Karnak and Baros exchanged glances. [How should we explain this?] [Why not just tell her the truth?] Serati scoffed. [As if you two would ever tell the truth.] She had plenty of experience with how conveniently these guys twisted their version of the "truth." Anyway, Karnak opened his mouth calmly. "Let me tell you what the King''s Order investigated." Given the circumstances, it appears she was originally just an ordinary girl from a rural village. Somehow, she must have encountered the cursed sword Mareda, and ended up under its control. S§×arch* The Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. After that, she wielded the cursed sword, committed countless killings, and even fought against the King''s Order. But that was all the sword''s doing¡ªit had nothing to do with Laficel. She was merely under its control. Naturally, the King''s Order has no intention of holding her accountable for what happened. "The King''s Order couldn''t figure out your identity or origin before you fell under the control of the cursed sword." Karnak finished his explanation with ease. "To be honest, we didn''t even try to investigate. The sword was what mattered, not you." It wasn''t a lie. In fact, that''s about all the King''s Order had uncovered. "I see..." Laficel murmured as if she had accepted it. "So, we really have no connection at all." Then, as if something didn''t make sense, she lifted her head again. "Then why?" "Hm?" "...Why does my heart race when I see you?" The expression on Laficel''s face changed. "...My heart pounds. My face gets hot." Her breathing quickened, her cheeks flushed, and her heart beat faster. It was a face as if she had fallen in love. ''What''s going on with her all of a sudden?'' As Karnak grew flustered, Baros spoke up. [Uh, could that be anger?] It could also be described as heavy breathing, a flushed face from excitement, and a racing pulse. "And for some reason, there''s this dull ache in my chest. It hurts." Serati chimed in as well. [It''s probably fear.] Laficel still looked at Karnak with sparkling eyes. It was an extremely burdensome gaze. Karnak subtly averted his eyes. "Well, I don''t know. I have no idea why that''s happening." [Why pretend? It''s just the suspension bridge effect.] [Shut up.] Unlike the flustered Karnak, Laficel seemed convinced of something. "I think you''re a very important person to me." Well, of course he was. He was her mortal enemy she had to get revenge on, after all. "So, um..." The girl shyly crossing her fingers as she asked, "...can I stay by your side?" Her face looked like a newborn chick gazing at its mother, just having emerged from the egg. For a moment, Karnak furrowed his brow. It felt like a needle was pricking his chest. [Kuh, guilt, guilt is... creeping up.] [Congratulations, Lord Karnak. You''re finally experiencing what everyone else normally feels.] [Do other people live feeling like this all the time? They must have incredible mental strength.] [It''s not really that big of a deal, you know?] Laficel anxiously waited for an answer. Looking at her, Karnak forced himself to appear calm and replied, "Your future is something the King''s Order will decide. I can''t give you a definite answer before that." "I see..." Laficel''s shoulders slumped in disappointment. Then, she began blinking her eyes. "...I''m sleepy." Well, after all the chaos, it was no wonder she was exhausted. Her body was still that of a child, untrained and undeveloped. "Rest a bit more." At Serati''s gentle words, Laficel collapsed into sleep. "Mm..." After laying her down carefully, Serati turned to Karnak. "What are you going to do now?" Feeling troubled, Karnak turned to Baros. "When is Laficel supposed to become Beltia''s disciple?" Though it wasn''t typical for Baros to know someone else''s personal affairs, Laficel''s case was rather well-known. "I think she was around 16 years old." Martial arts training should ideally begin at the age of five or six to properly lay a foundation. Starting at 16 was much too late. And yet, Laficel had awakened her aura after only two years of training. Ten years later, she had inherited all the techniques of the Martial King, Beltia Crot¨¦um, and in another 20 years, she became one of the new Martial Kings herself. It was a well-known story. "How old is Laficel now?" "Who knows? I can never tell how old girls are." Serati, who had more common sense, answered instead. "I can make a rough guess. She hasn''t hit puberty yet." Unlike nobles or children from well-off families, commoners often experience delayed puberty due to poor nutrition. "She''s probably about twelve or thirteen." "As expected, Serati knows her stuff." Originally, Laficel was supposed to meet Martial King Beltia in two years and become her disciple. "So, what are you going to do, young master? Let her follow her fate?" "No, I''ll keep her by my side for now." Though he had fumbled earlier, Karnak had always planned to keep Laficel with him. "I need to make sure the memory seal is working. It would be a disaster if her memories came back." "That''s true." Serati nodded. She had also seen firsthand what would happen if the Laficel from that nightmarish future reawakened. "Surprisingly, you didn''t consider killing her to remove future problems?" Realizing what she just said, Serati quickly added, "Of course, you wouldn''t do that now, considering how you''ve changed." Karnak responded with a wry smile. "I can''t kill her. There''s something I need to confirm." This Laficel was from the future, just like Karnak and Baros¡ªsomeone who had gone through space-time regression. "I need to find out how she regressed in time, like us." This was something he couldn''t figure out right away. To discover the answer, he would need to probe into Laficel''s sealed memories, but if they were accidentally restored in the process, it could become a serious problem. "What about making her a subject, like me?" "That''s just as dangerous. If we mess with her soul, it could trigger the return of her memories." The best course of action for now was to keep her close and monitor her until a way to extract the necessary information without reviving her memories was found. Karnak muttered while gazing at the sleeping Laficel. "Now, how do I explain why I''m keeping her with me?" *** The next morning, Jiken and the rest of the King''s Order woke up without any lingering aftereffects. Naturally, they were curious about the events of the previous night, so Karnak mixed lies with the truth to explain. Why had the girl displayed such overwhelming power, even after being freed from the cursed sword? -As it turns out, the King''s Order just didn''t notice, but it seems the sword''s evil spirit had transferred into the girl. Why did Karnak''s group disappear until all the other members had collapsed? -The girl''s abilities, having essentially become the cursed sword itself, were far too powerful. We needed time to prepare for the unexpected situation. And what kind of preparation was that? -Twenty golems. Is it even possible to control twenty golems? That seems impossible with magic. -That''s why we retreated. While the rest of the King''s Order bought us time, we prepared the golem summoning circle. Then, we lured the girl in and engaged her with the golems, one by one. I see. You might not be able to control all twenty at once, but summoning five at a time is feasible. -Exactly. Now, here are the traces of that battle. A brilliant strategy. So, even though the girl with the cursed sword was incredibly strong, you were able to subdue her? ''No, it was incredibly difficult. If the other members of the King''s Order hadn''t weakened her first, they would''ve been defeated.'' ...Well, the explanation went more or less like that. It was a pretty convincing story, and since the evidence from the battle matched Karnak''s explanation closely, everyone accepted it and moved on. Next was the issue of handling the cursed sword Mareda. The clerics who had recovered the sword carefully examined it with their divine power. They came to a conclusion. "It''s certain." "The evil spirit in the sword is gone. It''s now just an ordinary sword." However, it still couldn''t be treated lightly, so according to protocol, the cursed sword Mareda was sent to the royal capital''s main temple for further investigation. As for the former host of the cursed sword, Laficel, she was also subjected to further examination. The conclusion came quickly. "There''s no trace of any malevolent energy in this girl. She''s just an ordinary village girl." Karnak asked, "Does this girl also need to undergo additional investigation at the main temple in the capital?" Meili shook her head. "There are no such procedures for her." Unlike the cursed sword Mareda, the girl was just a common human host. If anyone else had been under the sword''s control, they would have acted similarly. There was nothing suspicious about her. "Then, what will happen to the girl now?" "She''ll likely be placed in a nearby temple and cared for until she reaches adulthood." Karnak spoke with a hint of pity. "Her life ahead won''t be easy." As a commoner herself, Meili gave a faint, bitter smile. "You nobles may not realize it, but life is rarely easy for commoners." The smile quickly faded as she noticed Karnak''s unexpected comment. "May I take her in?" "That girl?" Meili looked at him with a wary gaze. "If it''s just a moment of sympathy, I''d like to stop you." A grown man taking in a young girl could easily lead to suspicions¡ªsuspicions that would not be good in any way. Of course, Karnak was well aware of this. "Serati says the girl seems to have talent with the sword." As if waiting for this moment, Serati stepped forward as well. "I''m thinking of taking her in as my squire. Would that be alright?" Meili''s expression visibly softened. "If an Aura User says so, then I suppose..." This had been discussed between Karnak and Serati beforehand. "Is there really a need to take her in as my squire? We could just use her as Lord Karnak''s maid." "That way, it won''t seem strange if Laficel later shows her talent, don''t you think?" "...Are you really going to teach her swordsmanship? Isn''t that dangerous?" "It doesn''t matter. She''ll become strong anyway, even if we teach her nothing. Just watching from the sidelines, she''ll likely surpass you." "Is she really that talented?" "She only lost her memories. Her soul is still that of the future Martial King." She had forgotten what she''d learned, not erased it entirely. Just by observing others'' battles, she would recover some of her skills. "In that case, it''s actually safer to teach her swordsmanship from the beginning. With her personality, even if her memories return, she wouldn''t strike down her teacher." It was a way to bind her with the chain of fate and create a safeguard, should something go wrong. "How do you only think of things in this manner?" "Huh? Is this another bad thing I''m doing?" "It''s worse because you can''t definitively say it''s wrong." "Then what should I do?" "...Honestly, I can''t think of anything better, either. For our sake, and for hers." In the end, Serati took Laficel in. No one opposed the idea. It wasn''t unusual for a female Aura User to take interest in a talented young girl. Swordswomen were rare to begin with. "Poor girl, but it seems things turned out well for her." "Under Dame Serati''s guidance, she could become a great knight." And so, the cursed sword Mareda incident was officially resolved. The only lingering question was Jiken''s unresolved doubt. "So, what was the connection between the cursed sword and the 7th Battalion, anyway?" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 101 - 100 Chapter 101: Chapter 100 Three days later, the 1st and 7th Battalions of the King''s Order returned to the capital, Drunta. The cursed sword Mareda was one of the many darkness-related incidents that shook the Kingdom of Yustil, and it caused particularly significant damage. After handling this, the royal family highly commended their efforts. The reputations of Captain Jiken and Vice-Captain Trib spread throughout the kingdom. However, Karnak''s name remained unknown. It was deliberately kept hidden. *** The day before their return to Drunta. "You want to credit me with handling the cursed sword Mareda? Leaving you out of the story?" "Yes." S§×ar?h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "What are you talking about? It was you, Lord Karnak, who defeated the evil spirit of the sword in the end, wasn''t it?" Jiken was strongly opposed when he first heard the suggestion. "There''s no need to shift the credit to me. Do I look like someone petty enough to be jealous of such things?" "That''s not what this is about." Karnak had his reasons. "Wasn''t it Captain Jiken who ultimately subdued the cursed sword?" It wasn''t a lie. It was indeed Jiken who suppressed the sword in the end. What rampaged afterward wasn''t the sword but Laficel. "We merely finished it off." And that was only possible because Jiken, Trib, and others had already weakened most of its power. "The captain is only getting the honor that is rightfully his." "Even so, honor should be shared. Why are you excluding yourself?" Karnak gave a bitter smile. "Not everyone in the King''s Order is as magnanimous as you, Captain." At that, Jiken understood the situation. Karnak had already achieved too much in such a short time. If he earned even more merit, surpassing one of the most senior members like Jiken, it would likely unsettle the other battalion captains. "I''m just a country bumpkin who''s made his way to the capital, and it''s already been overwhelming enough. I don''t want to create any more trouble." "Well, given how quickly you''ve been promoted, I suppose showing some restraint isn''t a bad idea. But falsifying the report... that feels a bit..." Jiken looked troubled. If they followed Karnak''s plan, they would have to omit the fact that the sword''s evil spirit had transferred to a human host. That would mean lying. "Of course, we''ll report the truth to Commander Erantel. But do we really need to document the King''s Order''s mistakes in writing?" Within the King''s Order, it was crucial to know the methods of the cultists to prepare for future encounters. Hiding such details would be dangerous. But was there a need to expose those mistakes to the outside world? "Even if we report it honestly, wouldn''t it just give people more reasons to criticize us? It would only hinder our future operations." For the same reason, it was better to leave out the strange behavior of the girl towards Karnak and the 7th Battalion. If they reported that truthfully, they''d have to explain the reason behind it, which they still hadn''t figured out. It would only invite more criticism. "It''ll be cleaner if we just say that Captain Jiken and Vice-Captain Trib handled everything." Jiken, now convinced, nodded. "Understood. We''ll take the credit." Then, he looked at Karnak seriously. "I owe you a debt. I''ll make sure to repay it one day." Karnak smiled softly. "I don''t feel like I''ve done you a favor, but it''s always nice to have someone to rely on when times are tough." A smile appeared on Jiken''s face as well. "If you ever need anything, don''t hesitate to come to me." *** "What''s the real reason?" Baros asked with a face full of disbelief. "Why do you think there''s another reason?" "Young master, you are acting with restraint? That can''t be true." There was, of course, another reason. "It''s because of Laficel." The King''s Order believed that Laficel had been briefly possessed by the sword''s evil spirit and made one final desperate attack. Because of this, no one paid much attention to that fact. It''s common for evil spirits to jump from host to host. "But the Church of the Seven Goddesses might not see it that way." Currently, the Church of the Seven Goddesses is persistently tracking any traces of necromancy. There are many highly capable and responsible individuals within the church who scrutinize even the most minor issues. Take Priest Alius, for example. He''s that type, which is why they even met. It''s good to have such competent priests, but he is afraid of stirring up unnecessary trouble. What if the Main Temple decided to investigate Laficel? And what if, under the influence of divine power, some of her memories began to return? "It''s better to avoid drawing attention from the start." The reason the sword''s girl acted strangely toward the 7th Battalion was ultimately because of Karnak. If someone dug into that, it would only become a nuisance. It''s a hundred times better to let Jiken and Trib take the credit and move on safely. "Thanks to that, everything wrapped up nicely, didn''t it?" Karnak beamed with a bright smile. He had diverted the public''s attention away from Laficel, and on top of that, he had strengthened his relationship with Jiken. "With this, don''t you think my social skills have improved quite a bit, Baros?" "I suppose so. In the past, everyone you met seemed to turn into an enemy." "Why was that, anyway?" "I''m not sure." Karnak and Baros both tilted their heads in confusion. Watching them in disbelief, Serati spoke up with a teasing tone. "Maybe it''s because you''re so talented that you never had to care about what others thought." She was just saying it in passing, but the two men nodded seriously. "So, social skills only develop when you lack certain things?" "True, I''ve also been getting along with people better lately." Serati chuckled inwardly. It felt both off-track and somehow right at the same time. ''Still, the fact that those two are starting to care about how others see them is a good sign.'' *** Thanks to the prearranged plan, Karnak''s name didn''t become a topic of conversation among the people. However, there was one name that did become a small topic of interest. Baros. "Congratulations, Sir Baros!" "You''ve finally become an Aura User!" No one was particularly surprised by the fact that Baros had become an Aura User. After all, he had always been a master of martial arts. "It was stranger that he hadn''t awakened to his Aura until now." Within the King''s Order, there were already several Aura Users who had been defeated in duels with Baros, despite him not being able to wield aura at the time. Everyone had been expecting that he would become an Aura User sooner or later. A few nobles watched with some interest. "Two Aura Users, and the lord himself is a 6th-circle mage?" "The Jestarad family is more powerful than I thought." "There''s also a rumor that Prince Lloyd is backing them?" Even so, it wasn''t enough to draw any significant attention. Becoming a newly awakened Aura User wasn''t considered all that extraordinary. In the capital city of Drunta, the Red Knights were not uncommon. There was no reason for the central powers to feel threatened just because a minor provincial family had gained a bit more strength. The perfect balance of appropriate recognition and indifferent dismissal. It was precisely the position Karnak had aimed for. "Alright, now that the external issues are resolved, it''s time to deal with personal matters." Leaving the inn where they had been staying, Karnak bought a house in the southern district of Drunta. With Laficel joining them, their group had grown larger, and it wasn''t exactly ideal to stay at an inn while taking care of a young girl. "Most importantly, I don''t want her interacting with random strangers before we''ve fully assessed her condition." "Wow, that sounds like you''re planning to lock up a little girl and raise her to your liking." "Oh? Is that a bad thing, Serati?" "It''s just a joke, don''t worry about it." "Glad to hear that." As planned, Laficel was entrusted to Serati''s care, though Serati herself felt uneasy about the arrangement. ''Isn''t this a bit of a downgrade for her? Her original teacher was the Martial King, Beltia.'' But she couldn''t just leave her alone. If Laficel regained her memories, the people who would be in real danger weren''t just the former Death King and the Death Knight Lord. She won''t leave wicked followers of the Death King alone either. ''Well, as long as I treat her well from now on, it should be fine, right?'' Serati took good care of Laficel, buying her delicious food, helping her bathe, brushing her hair, and dressing her in fine clothes. Laficel, who had been a dirty country girl, was reborn as a lively and adorable city girl. Sitting her down in front of her, Serati spoke seriously. "From now on, you''ll be my squire, Laficel." "Yes, Master!" "Master, huh..." For someone like Serati, who was an Aura User, she certainly had the qualifications to take on a squire. But still, being called "Master" by the future Martial King felt a bit awkward. "...Just call me Unnie instead." Since Laficel didn''t know any better, she obediently followed Serati''s instructions. "Yes, Serati Unnie!" As a squire, Laficel would need to learn how to handle various tasks, so she was given simple household chores to start with. With her memories sealed, Laficel was truly a kind and diligent child. The hatred and anger she''d shown when they first met had vanished without a trace. In fact, she was surprisingly obedient to Karnak and Baros. "Lord Karnak! I finished cleaning!" "Lord Baros! I fetched water!" "Lord Karnak! I finished sewing!" "Lord Baros! Can I help you prepare the meal?" Each time, the two men awkwardly averted their eyes. "Oh, uh, right..." "Good job, thanks..." Her bright smile made it hard to look her in the eye. [Gah!] [The guilt...] Watching them, Serati couldn''t help but chuckle. [What''s this? Those two who were always so shameless...] Well, their guilt was heavy enough that even their thick skins couldn''t handle it. In any case, Laficel naturally blended into the group. Karnak was also able to observe her more closely. "For now, it seems like the memory seal is holding properly..." Now, it was time to figure out how she had reversed space-time to end up in this era. However, recklessly probing the sealed memories was still too dangerous. "Sigh, we finally have a lead, but we can''t even confirm it." "A lead, young master?" "There was something I''ve been suspicious of all this time. But thanks to Laficel, I''m more certain now." He had been curious for a while. Why had the Jestarad family suddenly become so wealthy? Where did that copper mine, which hadn''t existed before, come from? And why had Karnak''s power, the Darkness of Doom, already started spreading in the world from a time even before his time? "All of this happened roughly four years before we returned." So, what exactly happened during that time? Suddenly, Karnak changed the subject. "Do you know, Baros? Magic related to space-time is purely theoretical. There''s never been a case where it''s actually been proven." Baros didn''t bother responding. Through long experience, he knew that Karnak wasn''t asking for an answer. This was just Karnak organizing his own thoughts through the act of questioning. "What really happens when you reverse time and go back to the past? How do you resolve the contradictions of time?" This is a topic on which mages are divided. Some argue for the existence of parallel worlds, while others claim that the space-time continuum is immutable, making time manipulation magic impossible. Others believe that fixed singularities exist in the continuity of space-time. The important point is that all of these ideas are merely thought experiments. No one had ever actually reversed space-time. "Only I have." Karnak smiled bitterly. "So no one has ever been able to give me answers on this matter." Until now, he had assumed this world was some sort of parallel world. "But it turns out that even in this case, history can be altered." What if someone else had returned to this timeline? And what if they returned before Karnak and influenced the past? "That would explain why the world has become so twisted." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 102 - 101 Chapter 102: Chapter 101 "Someone arrived in this era a few years before us..." Baros had a doubtful expression. This hypothesis required one assumption. "Are you saying there are others besides you who can manipulate space-time?" Even the ultimate necromancer, Karnak, had failed countless times with the Space-Time Reversal Spell. Astra Spiritus, a being said to be comparable to a god, struggled for decades before finally succeeding. "If such a powerful mage or necromancer existed, we would have known about it from the beginning." Even the three Archmages, considered the strongest of humanity, could not venture into the realm of manipulating space-time. If they were truly at such a high level, they wouldn''t have been defeated by Karnak in the first place. As for the Four Martial Kings, they were Aura users, so they didn''t count. If the Dragon Emperor Grateria, who once protected the world, had been in his prime, perhaps it would have been possible... "But we know better than anyone that he''s far from okay." Karnak nodded. "Right, no one could have created a space-time reversal spell from scratch like I did." But what if someone tampered with something someone else created? "Do you remember the Monument of Transcending Space-Time?" "Eh, that blood-colored slab we used to come to this era?" "Yes, that one." Karnak''s expression darkened. "After using the Monument of Transcendence, I didn''t think much about what happened afterward." He had thought that by returning to the past, all futures would disappear. He believed that everything he had done would cease to exist, that all history would vanish into nothingness, and that a new history would be written. But what if that wasn''t the case? What if the future still remained, even after Karnak and Baros left for this time? "That means the Monument of Transcendence still exists." At the same time, it meant that the undead of Necropia, once ruled by the Death King, still existed. Including the Lich Dragon Grateria, the three Archmages, the Four Martial Kings, and all the countless other monsters. What would happen if Karnak''s control over them disappeared? Grateria had completely lost his reason. Even without Karnak''s control, he would become nothing more than a mindless beast. Even Karnak, for all his power, could not bring himself to control the terrifying Dragon Emperor as a Lich Dragon with its reason intact. On the other hand, the three Archmages and the other Martial Kings, except for Laficel, retained their intelligence. Simply engraving loyalty upon them was enough to control them. Besides, due to the nature of magic and aura, they were useless if they lost their intellect. But what if they regained their sense of self? And what if they discovered the Monument of Transcending Space-Time behind the empty throne? "A 10th Circle pursuer might be able to study the remaining monument and learn the Space-Time Reversal Spell..." Seeing Karnak''s seriousness, Baros nodded solemnly. "I see." Then, with an even more serious expression, he asked: "So in the end, it''s all the young master''s fault again?" "Shut up." Pouting, Karnak fell deep into thought. This hypothesis explained a lot. If someone had experimented by sending Laficel into this era before crossing over themselves, it made sense. "The problem is... how do we confirm this?" *** After the incident with the cursed sword Mareda, Karnak''s group was granted another break. It hadn''t been long since their last break, but there was no issue. They still had a lot of unused vacation days. With this free time, Baros devoted himself to diligently training his aura. In fact, he didn''t need to learn anything more about battle aura. All he needed was to increase his aura reserves. He already knew everything else. Still, he went back to basics, carefully honing his fundamentals. "Review is important, review." Moreover, it was his first time handling his own aura, so he had to be prepared for unforeseen problems. "Hah! Urah! Hiyah!" He swung his sword daily in new backyard, adjusting to his new sense of balance. Laficel began learning the fundamentals of swordsmanship from Serati. She intentionally taught her techniques for overall physical training rather than practical sword combat. "If you push your body too hard before you''ve fully grown, you''ll end up getting injured." Laficel had talent and followed instructions well. However, she wasn''t growing at an extraordinary pace. Now that the cursed energy had been fully drained from the cursed sword, Laficel was just an ordinary child. No matter how much of a future Martial King she might be, without the proper physical foundation, she couldn''t demonstrate her abilities as in the case of Baros. As a result, whenever Serati demonstrated even a simple downward slash, Laficel''s eyes would sparkle in awe. "Wow!" "Amazing, unnie!" "When will I be able to wield a sword like you, unnie?" Laficel, following Serati around like a little chick, was so adorable that Serati couldn''t help but dote on her. Although she did sometimes show a slightly chilling side. "Serati unnie!" "Hmm?" "I did it! I sliced a leaf in half just like you told me to!" Serati looked at the two intact leaves and tilted her head in confusion. "What exactly did you slice?" "You told me to cut it in two, right?" It finally dawned on her that the two leaves were unusually thin. ''Wait, was this originally one leaf?'' Instead of cutting it in half, Laficel had peeled the leaf into two thin layers as if she had split it from both sides¡ªin mid-air! ''Wow, how in the world did she do that?'' Serati was in awe of the impressive skill she couldn''t even hope to mimic. "Well... very well done." "Hehe!" Laficel beamed with a joyful smile, filled with the belief that there was no greater teacher in the world than Serati. "I want to become strong like you soon, unnie!" Only then did Serati begin to understand how Karnak and Baros felt. ''Ugh! The guilt...'' *** In Serati''s bedroom on the second floor. Once again, she was undergoing a soul cleansing by Karnak. Using the Wailing Armor of Gehenna had considerably tainted Serati''s soul, and it had to be purified. "I honestly didn''t feel anything, though." "That''s because you''re my subordinate." For a necromancer''s subordinate, it was less about contamination and more about adaptation. The real issue was what exactly one was adapting to. "You don''t want to adapt to the air of hell, do you?" "Please cleanse me as quickly as possible." Karnak chuckled softly as he drew a magic circle on the floor. Since it wasn''t necromancy but chaos magic, there was no need for secrecy. He could openly perform it at home. After setting up the ritual, Karnak gestured. "Alright, sit still and behave." "How long will it take?" "About 10 minutes?" Serati sat cross-legged in the center of the magic circle, while Karnak pulled up a chair and sat down. Just sitting there felt boring. Karnak glanced out the window. He saw a small gray-haired girl diligently swinging a sword in the backyard. "How''s Laficel?" Serati sighed. "I feel like I''m committing a sin." Laficel was originally supposed to be the disciple of the Martial King, Beltia. "I keep wondering if I''m blocking her future....." "Laficel will become a Martial King anyway." She is the ''future Martial King.'' It''s not that she''s destined to become one in the future¡ªshe is the future Martial King. It wasn''t that she hadn''t learned; she had simply forgotten what she''d been taught. "Her title will just change. She won''t be the Martial King of Syphras, but the Martial King of Jestarad." "Who knows, maybe another Martial King from Syphras will emerge under Beltia." "Then the Four Martial Kings will simply become the Five Martial Kings." The titles of Martial King and Archmage aren''t given based on rankings. Sear?h the n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. It''s not like the world keeps a tally of the strongest, second, third, and fourth Martial Kings, while anyone ranked fifth or below is just considered a regular swordsman. Humans don''t remain static. They can become stronger or weaker, so how could you consistently rank them? The titles of Archmage and Martial King are honors that recognize those who have reached a certain pinnacle. Those who attain the ultimate mastery of Aura, the golden aura, are called Martial Kings, and those who reach the 10th Circle of magic mastery are called Archmages. Naturally, the number of Martial Kings and Archmages has fluctuated throughout history. There were times when there was only one Archmage and three Martial Kings, or when there were two Archmages and six Martial Kings. There were even periods when there were no Martial Kings or Archmages at all. "There was even a brief time when there were five Martial Kings." "When was that?" "About 20 years from now?" Though Karnak spoke in the past tense, it was actually a future event. After training under Beltia and emerging into the world, Laficel eventually mastered the golden aura and became the new Martial King, while Beltia was still active. "But it quickly returned to four Martial Kings." Nothing lasts forever, and no matter how powerful one''s body and mind, they eventually weaken with age. Even those who have reached the peak of martial arts usually retire around the age of 60 or 70. In the present day, the Four Martial Kings were Gallard, Beltia, Dreltain, and Batalok. Gallard and Beltia each trained successors¡ªLaven and Laficel, respectively¡ªwho would become the new Martial Kings upon their retirement. "Dreltain was still active at that time." As for Batalok, he was a case of failing to raise a successor. Though a genius himself, he lacked the talent for teaching. Despite taking on several disciples, he failed to produce a single Martial King¡ªor even a Silver Knight. "Oh, so the new Martial King had nothing to do with Batalok?" "That''s right." One of the new Four Martial Kings, Malikan Tun, was an example of someone rising from humble origins. Though his master was only a Purple Knight, through extreme effort, Malikan reached the pinnacle of golden aura mastery. "Well, not that it mattered¡ªthey were all defeated by Baros in the end." Only the experienced veteran swordsman, Dreltain, managed to surpass the Death Knight Lord. But even he eventually knelt before the power of the Death King. "I see..." Serati listened as if entranced by Karnak''s story. Knowing the future is fascinating to anyone¡ªno wonder fortune tellers are so popular. Of course, the future Karnak knew had already been twisted, so things might not turn out that way. Still, Karnak''s predictions were probably more accurate than any fortune teller''s. "What about the three Archmages? Did any new Archmages emerge among them?" Karnak shook his head. "No, that remained unchanged." Unlike Aura users, mages have a relatively longer prime. Magic is a discipline of the mind, so even with age, a mage doesn''t decline as rapidly as an Aura user. Once someone becomes an Archmage, they can use their immense power to retain some degree of youth. However, the number of mages who reach the 10th Circle is exceedingly small. Having three Archmages in one era was a rare occurrence, something that happens only once every few hundred years. Typically, there were only one or two at most. "Whether in my time or now, the three Archmages haven''t changed." The three Archmages of this era were: Diogres Colon, Lord of the Tower of Dawn. Giyen Ren, the chief guardian of the fairy race. Elezar de Reflacion, the Imperial Court Mage. These were the Archmages of this era, and they would eventually fall under the command of the Death King several decades later. Serati''s expression darkened slightly. "So, one of them could be the one who came back to this time and caused all of this, like Lord Karnak did?" "That''s right. Whether only one came or more, I can''t say." If the hypothesis was correct, whoever returned was likely closely connected with the cult of the Dark God. "The good news is, we now have a clue." The Dark Cardinal, Hudel Grenthal. He was the highest-ranking figure among the cult members they had identified so far. "Up until now, they''ve hidden so well that we''ve been left chasing after them..." A smile spread across Karnak''s face. "But now, it''s our turn to strike first." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 103 - 102 Chapter 103: Chapter 102 The greatest and most powerful nation on the continent, the Lacaenia Empire. Naturally, the capital of the strongest empire on Earth had to be the largest and most beautiful city on Earth. Thea Crahan was truly the city of the emperor. Among the countless buildings stretching to the horizon, narrow alleys sprawled in a complex web like the capillaries of a giant. But it was a different story on the main roads. The meticulously standardized, perfectly straight roads divided the city into districts, resembling a grid, serving as the veins of the imperial capital, transporting the countless citizens. The sheer scale wasn''t the only remarkable thing. The grandeur overwhelmed other cities as well. In other places, massive towers and mansions that would easily serve as symbols of the city were just ordinary buildings here. At every step, sky-piercing towers lined up, and mansions, shining like works of art, adorned the city. To the east of this metropolis stood a single tower. Compared to the lavish imperial palace or the mansions of the nobility, this white tower was uncharacteristically neat, almost plain. However, no one, not even the emperor, could dare ignore the owner of this tower. This was the magic tower of Elezar de Reflacion, one of the three Archmages and the most powerful mage of the empire. *** A reception room located inside the tower, with elaborate paintings of all kinds of wild birds. A beautiful woman with brown skin and elegantly tied golden hair sat lazily on a sofa with a relaxed expression. "How did it go, Hudel?" A blond youth in his twenties respectfully made his report in front of her. "We''ve identified suspicious individuals, Lady Elezar." "Hmmm..." Elezar glanced over the documents Hudel had presented. The papers depicted portraits of a gaunt man in his mid-40s and a swordsman of a similar age. Jiken Esperode, a 7-circle mage and captain of the 1st battalion of the King''s Order of the Kingdom of Yustil. Trib Larkins, a blue aura user and vice-captain of the same battalion. She asked while looking over the papers. "Why did you suspect them?" "Because they are the ones who defeated the cursed sword we prepared, Lady Elezar." More precisely, they had left behind a significant amount of evil energy and aura of malice during the process. The King''s Order likely believed it to be traces left by the cursed sword, but Hudel knew better, as he was responsible for the incident. "We know for sure it wasn''t us." There had been a battle, and traces of evil energy and aura of malice were left behind that didn''t belong to the cursed sword. In that case, those traces could only have come from whoever opposed the cursed sword, right? Moreover, according to the stolen report from the King''s Order, there had been no one else around when they dealt with the cursed sword. "It appears they acted in a manner consistent with secretly using necromancy." Another reason for suspicion was that these individuals were powerful mages and aura users. Despite the presence of necromantic elements, they still wielded magic and battle aura. Almost like the Dark God''s cult. It fit perfectly with what Elezar had requested: incidents that seemed like their doing but weren''t. "Further investigation is needed, but they''re certainly not unrelated." "I see." Elezar flipped through the documents with a dispassionate expression. Hudel had done quite a satisfactory job, but he still hadn''t brought the answer she truly wanted. Were these really the ones who had trespassed into the sanctuary? ''It doesn''t quite feel that way, though...'' Nevertheless, the discovery of a clue was a good thing. "What are you planning to do now?" "They are quite prominent figures. It''s too risky to act recklessly. I plan to investigate further for the time being." "I''ll leave it to you." "Yes, Lady Elezar." She continued to flip through the documents. Hudel, observing her, suddenly remembered something. "The power of the cursed sword granted by the main temple was truly astonishing." "Hm?" "With just that one sword, we were able to deliver the righteous teachings of the true god to hundreds of heretics. It was nothing like the cursed swords I''ve known before." Elezar''s face went blank. The "righteous teachings of the true god" spoken of by the Dark God''s cult ultimately meant death. ''...It killed hundreds of people?'' She flipped past the earlier part of the report to the section detailing the cursed sword''s activities in the Kingdom of Yustil. Moments later, her expression hardened. ''Oh my, it''s true.'' The cursed sword given to Hudel by the cult was indeed a fine artifact. It was unusually powerful, even for a cursed sword. For a cursed sword, that is. It was never something capable of shaking the world on such a scale. ''This is strange. A cursed sword this powerful shouldn''t exist.'' Puzzled, Elezar asked, "How exactly did you use this cursed sword?" Hudel stammered at the unexpected question. "W-Well, just in the usual way." The sword was the important part, not the host. So he had simply kidnapped an orphaned girl, handed her the cursed sword, and released her into the world. That was all. "Was there something special about the soul imbued in the sword?" "I couldn''t tell, with my limited insight..." After pondering for a moment, Elezar gave a firm order. "Retrieve it. Bring it back." Hudel looked troubled. "The evil spirit in the sword is already gone. I don''t think we''ll be able to find anything at this point." But she was resolute. "Retrieve it anyway. I have a bad feeling about this." *** After returning to Drunta, Karnak assigned the King''s Order Intelligence Division to investigate the dark cardinal Hudel. The world is vast, and there are many people, so finding someone with just a few pieces of information is close to impossible. However, if you have a good grasp of their appearance and origin, the difficulty is significantly reduced. Two weeks later, Karnak received the information he had been waiting for. "Hudel Grenthal, a noble of the Lacaenia Empire. Male. Age: 28. He is the head of the Grenthal Count family, located near the western border of the Kingdom of Yustil..." As Karnak continued reading the document, a look of interest appeared on his face. "This guy''s quite something." Originally, Hudel was never meant to become the family head. He had three older brothers, and although his father, the former family head, was in his 60s, he was still relatively healthy. The unexpected event occurred after the Darkness of Doom was spread. A mysterious necromancer appeared and attacked the Grenthal territory. In the chaos, the former family head was killed, and all three brothers succumbed to a curse and died after suffering. Hudel was the one who saved the doomed territory. Despite his young age, in his late twenties, he demonstrated exceptional leadership by mobilizing the territory''s knights to chase down the necromancer, eventually tracking and executing the culprit. With the overwhelming support of his retainers and the people, he became the new head of the Grenthal family. "It seems like his life''s journey is eerily similar to someone else''s, doesn''t it?" Baros smirked and commented. "Indeed. It''s practically a mirror image of yours, young master." Parents killed by a mysterious necromancer, older brothers who would have inherited the family all dead, leaving him to take over the territory? Considering Hudel is a cardinal of the Dark Cult, there''s no doubt about who that "mysterious necromancer" was. This is precisely the plan young Karnak had conceived before his time regression, isn''t it? The only difference is that, in Karnak''s case, he was eventually discovered and pursued, while Hudel successfully claimed his family. "It''s a bit strange to call it a coincidence. How could their fates be so similar...?" At Serati''s comment, Karnak and Baros chuckled. "There''s nothing strange about it." "The actions of those who dabble in necromancy tend to follow the same patterns." "You might as well call it a fated match. Not sure if that''s the right expression, though." For the record, it was late at night. Following Serati''s advice that good children should go to bed early and wake up early, Laficel had long since tucked in and was soundly asleep. This allowed them to talk freely among those who knew the truth. Even so, they had set up a soundproof barrier just in case. "So, all we have to do is catch this guy, right?" Baros asked, intrigued. "How strong do you think he is?" Hudel Grenthal wasn''t an aura user or a mage. He had received some knight training but was, for all intents and purposes, a typical local lord whose main duties involved administration. However, considering his true identity, he had to be a rather powerful necromancer. "He''s probably stronger than Detzras, at least," Karnak replied, tapping the documents. "The issue isn''t whether he''s strong or weak." The real problem was that the Lacaenia Empire was a foreign country. Unlike the Churches of the Seven Goddesses, which transcended borders and influenced the entire continent, the King''s Order was strictly an agency of the Kingdom of Yustil. They had no authority in the Empire. "There''s no way the Empire would just stand by while a foreign group tries to capture one of their nobles." Serati, who had been listening quietly, posed a question. "What about notifying the Empire in advance?" The Lacaenia Empire had its own organization, similar to the King''s Order. Evil Slaying Brigade. It was an anti-cult organization directly under the emperor, led by the Silver Knight, Cliff von Sandreas. "Couldn''t we secretly contact them and have them act on our behalf?" Karnak shook his head. Apparently, the King''s Order had already considered that option. "They said it''d be a miracle if we''re not suspected of being spies." Yustil Kingdom was part of Seven Kingdoms Alliance, and the Lacaenia Empire and Seven Kingdoms Alliance had been long-standing rivals. Moreover, special agencies like the King''s Order and Evil Slaying Brigade typically had poor cooperation, even within their own countries. Expecting cooperation between rival nations'' organizations? Not likely. S~ea??h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Besides, we can''t even trust the Evil Slaying Brigade. How do we know there isn''t a cultist among them?" For the exact same reason, the Evil Slaying Brigade wouldn''t trust the King''s Order either. "So, it''s clear the King''s Order can''t act in this case." After a brief moment of consideration, Serati suggested another idea. "In that case, what about using the identity of a Darkness Hunter from the Churches of the Seven Goddesses? We know someone who''d be more than happy to help us." Karnak''s face brightened with understanding. "Ah, you mean that friend, right?" *** The Hatoba Temple in Derat City, northern part of Yustil Kingdom. "...You mean to infiltrate the Empire''s territory and capture a core member of the Dark Cult?" As expected, Alius readily agreed. "Of course, we must! I''d be upset if you left me out!" Even after parting ways with Karnak''s group, Alius had continued working with Darkness Hunters, taking down numerous necromancers. Thanks to his achievements, he had risen to the position of bishop, overseeing the inquisitors of the Hatoba Religious Order across the entire northern region of the Yustil Kingdom, far beyond just Derat City. Considering he was still in his twenties, it was truly an astounding rise. "Thanks to that, I''m doing more paperwork in the temple these days than fieldwork. I''ve been itching for action." Despite leaving the comfort of the temple to head into a grueling mission, Alius laughed with genuine joy. "With the world growing more corrupt and so many people suffering, how could I sit idly in the temple just to live comfortably? Anyone who does that is human trash!" Two men, who had been planning to live quietly in their territories regardless of the world''s fate, awkwardly avoided his gaze. "Ah, uh, well, is that so?" "Y-Yeah, right, um..." "What''s going on with you two?" "Oh, it''s nothing." And so, Karnak''s group returned as Darkness Hunters under the Hatoba Religious Order. The paperwork was easy. After all, they were already Alius'' collaborators. They simply pulled out old documents and had them signed again¡ªnothing more. Alius took care of the rest of the preparations. He planned their journey to the Empire, gathered the necessary supplies, and even provided them with sturdy horses. All Karnak''s group had to do was cover the expenses. "Well, at least it''s not free, right?" "These are the precious donations of the faithful, Lord Karnak. Not a single coin can be wasted." "And this is the precious salary of a government official, you know?" "I know you come from a wealthy family." With the Hatoba Religious Order''s full support, the preparations were swiftly completed. The very next day, fully equipped, Karnak''s party stood at the eastern gate of Derat City. Holding the reins of his horse, Alius cheerfully shouted. "Let''s go, to the Empire!" Following behind, Baros let out a small chuckle. "He''s more excited than we are, isn''t he?" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 104 - 103 Chapter 104: Chapter 103 The Barakant Mountains, the backbone of the continent, stretches from north to south across the central-western lands. It is the main range of the Zeden Mountains, bordering the Jestarad territory, and also serves as the boundary between the Lacaenia Empire and the Kingdom of Yustil, encompassing a vast region. In the northern part of these rugged Barakant Mountains, a well-armed force of 20 men was moving along the ridgeline. They were the border patrol that guarded the Swindler Fortress, the gateway between the Empire and the Kingdom. Looking down at the steep valley slopes spreading out on either side, the captain of the patrol asked, "Is the pursuit going well, Felix?" The man in his thirties, dressed in priest robe and scouting ahead while keeping a lookout, shrugged his shoulders. "No problem." For someone like him¡ªa priest of Saisha, the Goddess of Wind and Sky, and a second-tier inquisitor¡ªthe blatant traces of darkness were as clear as a signpost. "It seems they''re not even bothering to hide their tracks." "Does that mean the aura of darkness is strong?" "No, it''s weak. They''re just carelessly leaving it behind." "So you''re saying they''re weak and sloppy?" "At the very least, it''s clear this isn''t the work of a high-level necromancer." The soldiers following behind smiled with relief at their conversation. "Well, that''s good news." "Looks like it was just a petty thief, after all." "But still, they''re using dark powers, so it must be a witch, right?" The captain put on a serious expression. "Let''s not lower our guard too much. The damage is still quite significant." *** Esk, a mountain village near Swindler Fortress, which supplies goods to the stronghold. For about a month now, strange incidents had been occurring in this village. Strange if strange, but ordinary if ordinary. "A witch stole my eggs!" "A witch stole my chickens!" "A witch stole my dog!" An unidentified old woman had been appearing at night, committing petty theft. The border patrol didn''t know about this from the beginning. At first, the villagers tried to deal with the thief on their own. The term "witch" didn''t seem out of place either. The culprit was an old woman, and lately, blaming everything on the Darkness of Doom was all the rage. But as time passed, the situation became more bizarre. "A witch stole my pig!" "A witch took our cow! Oh no!" The scale of the thefts kept growing. It got to the point where the villagers could no longer handle it, and even the Swindler Fortress had to get involved. The border patrol began an official investigation and was taken aback. The way the witch was stealing cows and pigs was anything but ordinary. Why? Because she did it in the same way she stole eggs and chickens. "She carried them off!" "What? Carried them off?" "That''s exactly what I''m saying! She picked them up and walked off with them!" The captain blinked in disbelief at the elderly villager''s testimony. "...That big cow and pig? The old woman, by herself?" "Yes!" He could still see it clearly. The terrifying sight of the old woman throwing a cow over her shoulder, scaling a wall, her blood-red eyes glowing in the darkness as she let out a crazed laugh! ¨C Kehehel! I''ll take this one to make sure I stay strong and healthy! "...Is what she said." "..." The captain fell silent. The old man, flustered, continued speaking. "I swear I''m not lying, sir!" "Uh, I don''t think you''re lying either." The captain just wondered if the elderly villager''s health was declining or if his memory was fading. "Doesn''t it seem a bit strange for this to be the wicked deeds of an evil witch?" "What could be more wicked than carrying off someone''s cow!" "Well, that''s true, but..." In any case, it was undeniable that damage had been done. It was also true that traces of evil energy and malevolent aura remained where the cows and pigs had disappeared. The captain spoke seriously. "Understood. We''ll handle it." *** One of the soldiers chuckled as they continued walking. "If you think about it, this isn''t really our job, is it? We''re a border patrol, after all." He was suggesting they contact the Church of the Seven Goddesses to send a darkness hunter, since this was a matter related to the Darkness of Doom. Priest Felix shook his head. "We did contact them, but it''s unlikely they''ll send reinforcements." There are still too many cases related to darkness, and the personnel responsible for handling them are always in short supply. From the temple''s perspective, strange stories about a witch in a remote mountain village wouldn''t be a high priority. Other soldiers grumbled. "So, what you''re saying is they''re ignoring us because we''re from the countryside?" "They always focus on the glamorous cities and push us country folk to the back, huh?" Felix tried to soothe the soldiers. "Come now, the goddess''s grace is bestowed equally upon the entire world." "Then why won''t they send anyone to help us?" "They have." "What?" "That''s why I''m here, isn''t it?" Now that they thought about it, having Felix, a second-tier inquisitor, stationed at Swindler Fortress was unusual in itself. They had just gotten used to seeing him around so often that they took it for granted. "Well... now that you mention it..." "We''ve been rude to the priest. Sorry about that." As they continued moving forward, the sun began to set. Suddenly, Priest Felix pointed to the ridge beyond. "I''ve found it, Captain." Amidst the darkened slope, in a meadow with swaying grass, stood a small, solitary figure. It was an old woman, dressed in typical peasant attire with a shabby apron. Upon seeing her, the captain muttered absentmindedly. "...A witch." The other soldiers had similar expressions. "Wow, it''s a witch." "It''s really a witch." "She looks too much like a witch!" Their strange remarks had a reason. Her tangled white hair, wrinkled and aged face, hooked nose covered with warts, jutting chin, and frail, small frame¡ªall made her the perfect image of an old hag from a fairy tale. Even if someone had intentionally dressed her up to play the role of a witch, they couldn''t have done it better. The soldiers began whispering among themselves. "She looks so stereotypical, it''s almost suspicious." "No matter how much of a witch she is, can anyone really look that much like one?" "Maybe she''s just an old lady with a scary face?" Felix also wore a perplexed expression. "Well, we''ve followed the traces of darkness to get here, but..." The old woman, who had been quietly watching the border patrol, finally spoke. "You young men, what brings you to a place like this?" One of the soldiers hesitantly started the conversation. "Old woman, have you noticed anything strange around here?" "Something strange? I don''t think so." Responding calmly, the old woman rummaged through her clothes for a moment and then pulled something out. "Would you like some snacks?" It was an eyeball from some creature, still shiny and fresh, with blood vessels and nerves attached as if it had just been plucked. At the same time, the old woman''s eyes began to glow a blood-red. "It''s delicious." The border patrol soldiers, shocked, recoiled. "Ugh!" "Yikes!" "Damn! She is a witch!" The captain drew his sword and shouted. "Everyone, prepare for battle!" *** While the Barakant Mountains serve as the border between the Kingdom of Yustil and the Lacaenia Empire, technically speaking, most of the mountain range belongs to the Empire. The Kingdom''s territory ends at the foothills of the mountains. Swindler Fortress, one of the western gateways to the Empire, was also situated at the entrance of the Barakant Mountains. Riding his horse toward the fortress entrance, Baros looked around. "Wow, there are a lot of people here." With winter approaching, the weather had become quite chilly. S~ea??h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. At the fortress entrance, a long line of travelers in thick fur coats had formed. Most of them were merchants traveling between the Empire and the Kingdom. The Lacaenia Empire and the Seven Kingdoms Alliance, long-standing rivals, had been at war and peace in turns throughout history. Currently, while there was no formal exchange between the nations, trade between civilians was allowed, which explained the long line of merchants. Karnak grumbled as he adjusted his cloak. "Do we have to wait in line too? It''s freezing." "It''s fine," Alius shrugged. "As servants of the Goddess, we have a few small privileges." Since the faith of the Seven Goddesses was spread across the entire continent, most nations granted clergy members priority when crossing borders. Especially now, with the forces of darkness running rampant across the world, the presence of clergy was seen as a good omen, as it meant the weakening of the darkness. A powerful priest like Alius was certainly someone to be welcomed with open arms. Without hesitation, Alius bypassed the line and moved to the front. No one complained about him cutting ahead. Even the soldiers treated him with priority as a matter of course. "I am Alius, a first-tier inquisitor of the Hatoba Religious Order. These people are our allies, the Darkness Hunters." The soldiers briefly examined their documents. There were no issues. All of their identities had been verified by the Hatoba Religious Order. "You all are quite renowned Darkness Hunters." However, one soldier was a bit puzzled. "But..." He glanced at one member of the group and asked, "Is that child also a Darkness Hunter?" Standing behind Serati, curiously looking around, was the ash-haired girl, Laficel. She was currently traveling with the group as Serati''s disciple. Of course, at first, Alius had vehemently opposed this. -Is that child going to the Empire with us? Isn''t she too young? This wasn''t something a sensible adult should say. In fact, Karnak fully agreed with that opinion. But they couldn''t leave Laficel unattended just yet. What if something went wrong with her memory seal? It was still a time when they needed to keep an eye on her. But since they couldn''t say this openly, they came up with a plausible excuse. -Dame Serati has decided to take her along. -Oh, in that case, I suppose there''s nothing to be done. The training of a disciple is the mentor''s responsibility, and it wasn''t for Alius, an outsider, to interfere. Moreover, among knights, it wasn''t uncommon for squires to accompany them from a young age to learn on the field. The belief was that experiencing battle early helped one grow stronger more quickly. The gate soldiers of the Empire were also familiar with such stories. So they didn''t question it further and allowed the group to pass. They only looked at Laficel with some pity in their eyes. "The Barakant Mountains will be tough for a child like that to cross..." "Oh boy, the Kingdom of Yustil really puts their disciples through the wringer." Swindler Fortress was both a defensive stronghold and a trade town. After passing through the gates and walking a short distance beyond the thick walls, they arrived at the fortress village. Around the small central pond were inns, taverns, and general stores catering to travelers, with a few houses scattered nearby. As they rode their horses toward an inn, a group of soldiers came running from the distance. ''Hm?'' "What''s going on?" Leading them was a middle-aged knight dressed in the Empire''s formal armor. He approached the group and asked urgently, "Are you Priest Alius of the Hatoba Religious Order?" "That''s right." "I heard you''re a first-tier inquisitor. Is that correct?" Alius frowned slightly. The tone was rather arrogant. "...Yes, that''s correct." The knight''s commanding voice continued. "I am Leocolt of the Evil Slaying Brigade." Baros and Serati exchanged startled glances. [Evil Slaying Brigade?] [Isn''t that the Empire''s version of the King''s Order?] They hadn''t expected to meet such a figure in a place like this. Alius quickly assessed the situation. Not only the knight but all of the soldiers wore grim expressions. "Is something the matter?" "There is." The middle-aged knight, Leocolt, nodded with a stern face. "A witch has appeared." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 105 - 104 Chapter 105: Chapter 104 No matter how urgent things were, it wasn''t proper to discuss important matters in the middle of the street. "We should change locations." With a flick of his finger, Leocolt turned around and started walking ahead. He moved before anyone had the chance to reply or indicate they would follow. Serati, who had come to the empire for the first time, whispered in disbelief. [What''s that? He''s treating us like subordinates.] On the other hand, Karnak and Baros had both visited the Lacaenia Empire in their previous lives. As such, they both seemed indifferent. [The people of the empire tend to look down on those from the Seven Kingdoms.] [The fact that he''s being somewhat respectful is likely because Mr. Alius is a high-ranking priest.] Even the young Alius had never been to the empire before. He glanced nervously at Karnak''s party. "What should I do?" "Hearing him out shouldn''t be a problem, right?" Karnak and his group decided to follow Leocolt. They were using one of the barracks on the outskirts of Swindler Fortress temporarily. A table was set up, and a modest herbal tea was placed in front of the group. "Please, help yourself." "Ah, yes, thank you." Only Alius was offered tea. The others were completely ignored, as if they didn''t even exist. Seeing this, Karnak and Baros were reminded of old memories. [What a model imperial noble.] [It reminds me of the past. The imperial folks were like this back then too.] It didn''t seem like there would be anything pleasant about staying too long. Deciding it was best to hear the story and leave quickly, Alius took a sip of the tea. "What exactly is this all about?" Leocolt opened his mouth to speak. "It happened just a few days ago..." *** A witch had appeared. In the good old days, everyone would have laughed if someone went around spreading such rumors. -Hey, have you been reading too many children''s fairy tales? But now, things are different. -Is it a real witch, or just another one of those common nonsense stories? The Darkness of Doom spares no one, regardless of age or gender. It''s entirely possible for an elderly woman to have been corrupted by the power of darkness. Witches had now become a real, tangible fear. However, rumors were spreading like wildfire. Among the ignorant country folk, there were many who would label innocent women as witches and, quite literally, engage in "witch hunts." Of course, in such cases, the temple would strictly impose punishment, so actual victims were not as common. It could be a very serious matter, or, conversely, something completely trivial. A situation delicate enough that the Goddess'' church couldn''t get directly involved, but one they also couldn''t ignore. "And so, the Swindler border patrol went in to investigate." Defending the border means preparing for all sorts of attacks that may threaten it. A witch attacking a village near the border could also be considered within the border patrol''s jurisdiction with a little stretch of reasoning. Well, the real reason was that the patrol wanted to ease the worries of the village elders they were close to. The captain of the patrol took twenty veteran soldiers to find the witch. Now, it''s not like the Swindler border patrol is an elite force. There were no aura users or high-level mages among them. Still, they were border guards, so they were reasonably skilled. As such, no one thought much of the situation at that point. The problem arose three days later. "They never returned." At Leocolt''s words, Alius blinked in confusion. "What do you mean, they didn''t return?" "Exactly what I said. They disappeared." "They didn''t die or anything?" "That''s right. Their fate is unknown." Serati tilted her head, puzzled. ''This sounds like one of those typical witch stories.'' The kind where once you enter, you never come out again¡ªlike the cursed witch''s forest shrouded in mist. A common theme in street children''s fairy tales. [Is there such necromancy, Lord Karnak?] [A spell that can make twenty soldiers vanish? There are so many possibilities that it''s hard to pinpoint just one.] In any case, when the patrol soldiers went missing, that''s when the chaos began. Demetas, the commander of Swindler Fortress and a baron, found himself in a dilemma. He feared sending a search party, worrying they''d also fall victim to the witch. There was no time to request assistance from the nearby temple. It would take at least two weeks for the church to respond, and who knew what might happen to the missing soldiers in the meantime? That''s when the Evil Slaying Brigade, who happened to be staying at the fortress, stepped in. Karnak asked, "Why did the Evil Slaying Brigade get involved? Don''t they usually only deal with the cult?" Leocolt furrowed his brow. His expression showed that he was displeased by someone interrupting the conversation without permission. However, he did respond. "It''s not the brigade''s primary mission. This is merely a personal service to the empire." Though it didn''t seem that way, Leocolt was actually doing his best to gauge Karnak and his party''s reactions. After all, they were the ones in need of help at the moment. As it turned out, not all of the soldiers around them were members of the Evil Slaying Brigade. Only Leocolt, another knight in his thirties named Lestain, and a man in a mage''s robe named Stronoff were part of the brigade. The rest were the usual Swindler border guards. "We were on our way back home after taking our long-awaited leave. This place was just a quick stopover on our way back to the capital." At that moment, the witch incident broke out, and Baron Demetas, who was acquainted with Leocolt, asked for help. Leocolt, despite his noble arrogance, was also aware of his duty as a noble to care for his ''subordinates.'' He agreed immediately. "It was an urgent matter, and people''s lives were at stake. How could I refuse?" Moreover, compared to the brigade''s usual tasks, this was an easy mission. In incidents related to the forces of darkness, one could roughly gauge the danger by assessing the evil energy and malice lingering around the area. The traces of darkness left by the witch weren''t particularly impressive. It might be challenging for the border patrol, but... "For us, it''s more than manageable." The brigade consisted of two red aura users, experts in advanced necromancy, and one sixth-circle mage, along with ten seasoned border guards. The force was more than sufficient. But then, a problem arose. "There was no priest." To be specific, there wasn''t a cleric trained as an inquisitor capable of battling the darkness. No matter how powerful their force was, their first priority was finding the target. And the low-ranking priests at the local temple were useless when it came to tracking a witch. Unfortunately, the only inquisitor in the area, Felix, had gone missing along with the patrol captain. "And as I mentioned earlier, there''s no time to wait for a new inquisitor to arrive." In a state of impatience, they learned from the gatekeepers that a first-tier inquisitor was heading towards the empire. S§×ar?h the Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Worried that they might miss their chance, they rushed over in a hurry. "For this reason, we seek your cooperation." "I see..." Alius nodded. He honestly wanted to help, but he couldn''t make the decision alone since he had companions with him. "Understood, I''ll discuss it with my party." Leocolt''s expression hardened slightly as he continued speaking. "It seems there''s been a misunderstanding. I said I seek your cooperation, Inquisitor Alius." His cold gaze swept over Karnak, Baros, and Serati. "Not theirs." "Huh? These people are powerful darkness hunters, though." "I have eyes too, so I can tell they''re aura users." Aura users could sense other aura users unless one deliberately tried to conceal it. "But they are not citizens of the empire." Leocolt declared in a stern voice. "The people of the empire will be protected by the hands of the empire." Alius asked, bewildered. "But I''m from the Kingdom of Yustil." "A servant of the Goddess transcends nations, no?" Seeing him respond so confidently, Serati clicked her tongue inwardly. [What is this guy talking about? We never even agreed to help, but now he''s acting like we''re unnecessary.] Karnak and Baros gave bitter smiles. [Didn''t I tell you earlier? That''s just how imperial nobles are.] [They have this ingrained sense of superiority over people from the Seven Kingdoms.] Alius kept his expression neutral as he replied. "In any case, I''ll discuss it briefly. Even if I agree to help, we can''t delay our plans just because of me." "Very well. While time is short, we can spare a few minutes." Leocolt stepped out for a moment, leaving only Karnak and his party behind. "Ha, I didn''t expect this to happen the moment we set foot in the empire..." Scratching his head, Alius asked, "What do you think? Should I go on my own?" Serati responded, suggesting there wouldn''t be any problem. "You''re doing a good deed, right? I don''t see any reason to object." Baros agreed as well. "It doesn''t seem like there will be much danger." The Evil Slaying Brigade was a powerful special forces unit in the empire, even surpassing the King''s Order. While the people they met might seem like lower-ranking members within the brigade, they were still exceptional aura users and mages. With their current force, they were comparable to a battalion of the King''s Order, so it was unlikely they would find themselves in any real danger. Karnak, though not entirely thrilled, also gave his approval. "It shouldn''t cause much of a problem with our schedule." After all, capturing Hudel was something they had to approach with caution. It wasn''t something they could delay for too long, but at the same time, it wasn''t something they needed to rush. A delay of a few days wouldn''t change anything major. "Besides, in the empire''s territory, it''s unwise to go against the will of an imperial noble." Karnak wasn''t against the witch hunt itself, just the fact that they were doing it without him. In fact, building connections with the Evil Slaying Brigade could be a good move. "Go ahead and relax. We''ll be waiting leisurely at the inn." *** Swindler Fortress, being on a trade route, had quite a few inns. In this mountainous area, farming was difficult, and hunting or livestock herding had its limits. So, the inn business developed to cater to travelers passing through. Looking around, Serati asked, "Where are we staying?" As she glanced at the signs, Baros replied, "Mr. Alius recommended a place... Ah, there it is." Baros pointed to an inn called The Song of Palpato. It was a modest two-story building, not particularly eye-catching, but of a decent size and slightly shabby. Serati looked at Karnak with curiosity. "What''s the occasion? You usually only go to luxurious inns." Karnak and Baros'' eyes gleamed with excitement. "They say the food here is the best!" "The most important quality of an inn!" Alius'' recommendation wasn''t wrong. In front of them were well-toasted bread, wild herb soup, mashed potatoes slathered with cheese, and roasted pheasant. Karnak and Baros devoured the food greedily. "Oh! This is delicious!" "This is good too!" "Ah, this is the joy of wandering the world." "If only it had been like this before! We did wander around a lot back then too." Sitting beside them was a beautiful red-haired woman, eating gracefully. "Ugh, these gluttons." Serati frowned and turned her head away. "Laficel, don''t ever become like the¡ª" Her words stopped short. The adorable, gray-haired girl was stuffing her cheeks to the point of bursting, shoveling food into her mouth and chewing frantically. Munch! Munch! Nom nom! "It''s delicious, Lord Karnak!" "Laficel, you too?" Karnak and Baros exchanged a glance as if it all made sense. [Now that I think about it, Laficel''s probably like us.] [It''s been around 70 years since she became undead, right?] [Which means it''s been about 70 years since she had a proper meal.] At home, she had been more reserved, watching the others'' reactions, but now that she''d gotten more comfortable, her instincts were starting to take over. [Poor Laficel...] Serati quietly resolved to treat her better from now on. After filling their bellies with dinner, everyone enjoyed a good night''s sleep on soft beds. Then, the next morning. The village was unusually noisy, not with the usual commotion, but with an air of shock and fear. Curious, Baros grabbed a passerby and asked, "What''s all this chaos about?" "You haven''t heard the news?" The passerby replied, trembling with fear. "The Evil Slaying Brigade, which had gone on a witch hunt, has disappeared!" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 106 - 105 Chapter 106: Chapter 105 When Karnak first heard the news, his initial question wasn''t, "How could the Evil Slaying Brigade lose when they had two red aura users, a 6th circle high-ranking mage, and a first-tier inquisitor?" or "What on earth happened to Alius?" "Didn''t they leave yesterday afternoon, Baros?" "They did." "So how do they know the Evil Slaying Brigade is missing when it''s only been one night?" While the Witch''s Forest was only a half-day''s journey from Swindler Fortress, there was no telling how long it would take to track down the witch. It was natural to go a couple of days without any contact. "What makes them so sure they went missing after only one day?" It turned out there was a reason. "They say two survivors barely managed to escape." However, the survivors seemed half-mad, making it difficult to get any clear information. No matter what they asked, the responses were always the same: -It''s... it''s the witch! Aaahhh! -They''re all dead! They all fell! -The witch dragged them all away! From the context, it was clear the witch had been involved, but no further details could be gathered. There were no corpses left behind, and since the survivors kept repeating that people were "dragged away," they could only guess the others were missing, not dead. "Hmmm..." After a brief moment of contemplation, Karnak asked again. "It means Alius is not one of the survivors, right?" "Yes." While he didn''t care what happened to anyone else, Alius was different. "I guess I''ll have to meet the commander." *** It isn''t easy for a wanderer, especially one who isn''t even from the Empire but from the Kingdom of Yustil, to meet the commander of a fortress. Especially in chaotic times like these. However, Baron Demetas was more than willing to meet with Karnak and his group. "You''re companions of Priest Alius?" Their credentials were undeniable. The radiant red auras gleaming from Baros'' and Serati''s swords were more effective than any formal identification. "You''re here to find Priest Alius, I take it? We''ll help in any way we can!" Not only were they aura users, but they were also experienced Darkness Hunters. With the loss of the Evil Slaying Brigade, the border patrol saw these people as their last hope. If they found their comrades, the chances of finding the missing border patrol would increase as well. Of course, this all assumed they were still alive. Thanks to this, the conversation went smoothly. "Could we meet the survivors?" "Of course. I''ll arrange it right away." Baron Demetas was in no position to display the typical arrogance of an Imperial noble. He immediately called for a servant to carry out his orders. "Show these people to the survivors!" The survivors had been quarantined in a small tower on the outskirts of the fortress. Two heavily injured men lay on shabby beds with blank expressions, while a medic attended to them. "These are the survivors. Both of them are out of their minds, so I doubt you''ll get much from them..." "Well, it''s worth a try." Karnak cautiously spoke to them. "Can you hear me?" He tried speaking to them several times, but the survivors showed no reaction. No matter what he said, they only spouted nonsense. "Monsters! They''re monsters!" "Ahh, Goddess, protect me..." Serati clicked her tongue. "There''s no getting through to them. What kind of wicked magic is this..." Suddenly, the survivors reacted to her words. "Magic?" "It wasn''t some cheap curse!" "The witch tears people apart!" "Iron arms, iron legs, iron pot lids..." Baros blinked. Even with all his experience dealing with madmen, he couldn''t make any sense of what they were saying. "What in the world are they talking about?" Karnak, after a moment of thought, casually lifted his index finger. "Well, let''s make this simple." He gestured towards the medic. "Grrrr!" The medic''s legs gave out as he collapsed to the floor, immediately snoring. Karnak had put him to sleep with a sleep spell. Karnak then pointed his finger towards the survivors. The eyes of the two men rolled back, showing only the whites. "Grrrk!" "Guhhh..." They started foaming at the mouth before collapsing onto their beds. Karnak smirked. "It''s just easier to look directly into their memories." Serati frowned as she glanced between the collapsed medic and the survivors. "Is this really okay?" "Well, nothing major will happen." "You''re saying something minor could happen though, right..." *** A dense fog covered the depths of the forest. Swindler Border Guard Chandler stared at the old woman in front of him with a tense expression. "She''s a real hag..." She looked like a witch straight out of a fairy tale. Just looking at her gave him chills. Leocolt made a hand gesture. "Form a perimeter." S~ea??h the ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The soldiers spread out in a circle, surrounding their target and taking up combat positions. Meanwhile, the old woman still hadn''t moved. She just stood there like a scarecrow, arms hanging limply at her sides. ''Why isn''t she reacting?'' Despite the oddity, Leocolt and his group followed the plan. As soon as the perimeter was formed, the mage Stronoff and the priest Alius positioned themselves to block the witch''s escape from both the front and rear. Then, the two aura users moved to the front. Drawing his sword, Leocolt muttered, "Be cautious. We don''t know what kind of wicked magic she might use." If she truly was a witch, there was a high chance she would cast some kind of invisible curse. Far more terrifying than any flying sword. "I''m aware." They were already focused on their aura shields. Nodding, Lestain also summoned his aura. Wooom! The air vibrated as two beams of red light illuminated the darkness of the night. That''s when it happened. "Kehehehe..." The witch raises her head with a faint laugh. Between her blood-clotted gray hair, a pair of glowing red eyes gleamed. "What pretty little children you are!" At the same moment, she sprang into the air like a grasshopper. The two men''s eyes widened in shock. ''What?!'' ''She''s fast!'' In an instant, the witch lunged toward them, launching her attack. Her hunched back straightened, and she delivered a barrage of punches with both arms. Her bony forearms extended in rapid succession, raining blows down like meteors. The other soldiers, watching in confusion, had bewildered expressions on their faces. This was... quite different from what they had imagined. "Huh?" "The witch... is punching?" Leocolt frantically swung his aura blade to defend himself. "Damn! This crazy witch!" Her bony fists repeatedly struck his aura-coated sword. Leocolt''s face grew pale. She was fighting bare-handed, while his sword¡ªcapable of cutting through stone¡ªwas trembling and starting to crack! Boom! Bang! Boom boom boom! Loud explosions echoed through the forest. Lestain hurried to provide backup. "Sir Leocolt!" The two aura users and the old witch tangled together in a chaotic exchange of blows. Shockwaves continuously erupted in all directions, shaking the earth beneath them. "Ugh!" "Gah, damn it!" Despite being two against one, the aura users were the ones being pushed back. The border guards, waiting for an opportunity to intervene, muttered in disbelief. "...She''s too strong." Not only was she strong, but her strength was far beyond what they had expected. "Why is the witch engaging in hand-to-hand combat?" "And doing it so... brutally?" The witches they knew poisoned people in secret or threw bones to cast curses. This one was flipping through the air and delivering 360-degree spinning kicks like a monster! Well, she did throw bones, at least. "I do love to eat plump, juicy children!" With a creepy voice, the old woman pulled a few bones from her robe. Then, she slid them between her fingers and flicked them into the air. Astonishingly, as she flicked the bones with her fingers, an explosion rang out. Boom! At the same time, the bones flew toward Leocolt, faster than an arrow! "Ugh!" Leocolt barely managed to turn his head to dodge. The bone missed him and struck the forest beyond. Bang! Bang! Boom! The bone fragments pierced through large trees, shattered rocks, and tore up the earth, sending clouds of dust into the air. Alius muttered in a dazed voice. "...Do we count that as a curse too?" Whether it was a curse or something else, one thing was certain: getting hit by it would mean instant death. "I''ll create an opening!" The mage Stronoff raised his wand. A vast net of electricity spread through his entire body. Rumble! Thunder roared as lightning slithered across the ground like a snake, surrounding the witch on all sides. For a moment, the old woman''s movements stopped. It only lasted for an instant before she freed herself from the electricity, but that brief moment was enough. Alius seized the opportunity and raised his voice. "Light of Hatoba! Dwell within my wand!" A divine radiance descended above the witch''s head. The divine power pressed down on her, and her movements slowed even more. Taking advantage of this, Leocolt pressed his aura-coated sword down on the witch. The witch raised both arms to block the aura sword. They were locked in a brief stalemate. "Go for her neck now!" Lestain moved in. With precise movements, he closed in on the witch and delivered a sharp slash! Clang! A metallic sound echoed. At the same moment, Lestain''s expression hardened. He had just struck the witch''s neck. He had felt the sensation of slicing through flesh. ''But what is this feeling?'' His aura sword hadn''t cut through her neck. It merely touched the surface of her skin. "Kehehehehe!" With a hideous laugh, the witch''s eyes widened. Her blood-red gaze flared up like an explosion. "Let me see your hand! I want to check how much flesh you have!" In an instant, she lunged at Lestain, grabbing his right arm. Then she swung him violently, slamming him down! "Guhhh!" With a single blow, Lestain lost consciousness. The border guards surrounding them gasped in shock. "Sir Lestain!" It wasn''t over. The witch then turned toward Leocolt and launched a blatant middle kick. "Ohohohoho!" Leocolt hurriedly raised his aura sword to block, but it was no use. Her thin, bony leg shattered the finely sharpened aura blade and struck deep into his side. Bam! Was an unseen curse scarier than a direct attack? That was only because the direct attacks hadn''t been powerful enough. Leocolt, too, passed out with a single hit. "Grrr..." Everyone else stood there, unable to close their gaping mouths in disbelief. To take down two aura users, both at the peak of their abilities, so easily? "My, my, they''re both so scrawny!" The witch''s gaze turned toward Alius and Stronoff. Her frail, aged body charged at the two of them at a speed of lightning bolt. "Kehehehehe!" They tried to counterattack, but it was futile. Before they could do anything, their magic shattered, and the holy spells were destroyed. Then, a swift strike to the neck from her bare hands knocked them both out. "Ugh!" "Argh!" As his consciousness faded, Alius ground his teeth in frustration. ''What kind of monster is this...?'' He had to at least prevent total annihilation. Summoning the last of his strength, he let out a desperate shout. "E-Everyone, retreat!" It was useless. Before the guards could even think of fleeing, the witch leaped toward them. A barrage of merciless punches and kicks rained down on the soldiers. "Gah!" "Arghhh!" "Aaah!" It took less than a few minutes for all of his comrades to collapse. The witch pulled a black rope from her robe. She unraveled it thread by thread and began tying up the fallen soldiers, one by one. She tied up the aura users, the mage, the priest, and over ten soldiers, all bound up meticulously. "They''re all so scrawny, aren''t they?" And now the witch approached Chandler. It was in that moment of despair that Chandler began to pray. ''Oh, Goddess...'' The witch looked at him and tilted her head in confusion. "Ugh, this one''s liver is rotten. How much alcohol did you drink?" Well, it was true that Chandler drank quite a lot. "This one''s the same." Millard. Chandler''s closest drinking buddy and rival when it came to alcohol consumption. "Ugh, these two are too spoiled to eat." Even in his terror, Chandler was struck by another fear altogether. Just how badly had their livers been damaged for even a witch to dismiss them as useless? After tying up the others like winter herring, the old woman began dragging the human bundle into the forest. The unconscious men, bound and tied, were dragged across the ground. Her eerie cackle echoed through the branches. "Kehehehehe! I''ll take these and make myself a nice, hearty meal!" *** The memory projection ended. Karnak blinked with a blank expression. "...What in the world did I just see?" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 107 - 106 Chapter 107: Chapter 106 Baros and Serati asked, "Have you seen all the memories, young master?" "What exactly happened?" Karnak hesitated. How was he supposed to explain this? A crazy old lady tied up dozens of perfectly healthy humans like a bundle of fish and carried them away? "Well, it''s, um..." As Karnak fumbled for words, the two pressed him. "What kind of techniques does she use? Black magic? Or maybe necromancy or spirit summoning? Which field is it?" "You have to explain for us to understand." Karnak responded vaguely. "...She just beat them up." "Pardon?" "She just used her fists and feet to beat them up." Baros and Serati''s expressions became serious. "An Aura user, a high-ranking mage, and even a first-tier Inquisitor¡ªshe defeated all of them barehanded?" "Is she a powerful martial artist?" "Even calling her a martial artist seems... a bit off." Karnak gave up trying to explain. There was no way he could explain this without causing some misunderstanding. "Fine, both of you can just see for yourselves." He used Chaos Magic to project a memory visualization. Moments later, both of them wore expressions similar to Karnak''s. "What exactly did we just witness?" With a relieved look, Karnak laughed. "See? It''s better to show once than to explain a hundred times." *** The witch was by no means a master or expert. She didn''t display any martial arts moves, her movements were crude, and her body was full of openings. It was exactly how an untrained person would flail around wildly. Yet, she was ridiculously strong. Regardless of whether her opponent attacked or not, she tanked all the blows with her body. No matter how they tried to dodge, she would chase them down, grab them by the collar, and beat them senseless, completely ignoring their counterattacks. Baros muttered in disbelief. "It''s purely a physical ability, isn''t it?" That alone was so overwhelming that neither Aura nor magic could break through. Even holy spells from the clerics were shrugged off by her body. Serati asked, "Is there any necromancy that can amplify physical strength like that, Lord Karnak?" "There is." In fact, the spell cast on the cursed sword Mareda worked in a similar way. It injected human blood into the host, empowering them and making them go berserk to absorb even more blood. "It can''t make someone that strong, though." This witch was just incomprehensible for a similar reason. "She''s too strong. Necromancy alone can''t make someone that powerful." In response to Karnak, Serati fell into thought. In the case of the cursed sword Mareda, the host, Laficel, was already a monstrous figure, which is why it could show such immense power. So then? "Could that old lady actually be the Martial King?" She offered her theory, eyes gleaming. Serati asked, "Could Laficel''s master have used space-time regression too?" Baros shook his head. "One thing''s for sure, it''s not Beltia." The current Beltia was, at most, 40 years old. Even if her future soul had taken over her present body and gone insane, her appearance should still reflect her forties. S§×arch* The nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "And there''s no one else who comes to mind among the others." They had already identified most of the strong figures from the future, having either killed them or turned them into undead. So Baros was confident in saying, "There wasn''t a single person with such a distinct and eccentric appearance like that old woman." Indeed, if someone like that had roamed the world, it would have been hard for them not to become famous. Serati proposed another idea. "Then what if she returned in a different body? Is that possible?" Karnak scratched his cheek. "Honestly, I''ve been suspecting that too..." Generally, when a future soul regresses, it naturally returns to its own past body. This is because the body itself serves as an anchor in the flow of time, allowing it to pinpoint its location. "But we can''t say for certain that exceptions can''t occur." Karnak himself hadn''t fully grasped the intricacies of space-time regression when he used the technique. And in necromancy, there were many spells that swapped souls or allowed possession of other people''s bodies. Serati''s idea wasn''t entirely impossible. "Though I don''t think that''s the case this time." "Why not?" "Well, it''s just... a feeling." "Is that all?" "Yep." Baros smiled from the side. "Oh, then you''re probably right this time." "Huh?" "When the young master goes with his gut, his accuracy is pretty high. It''s only when he tries to overthink things that he tends to get it wrong." "...." Serati pondered. Was that a compliment or an insult? Meanwhile, Karnak was seriously trying to think things through. "This is definitely a strange situation." It was clear the witch was strong, but he couldn''t figure out why she was so strong. The aura of malevolence and evil energy she left behind was too faint. Judging by how she fought, she didn''t seem to be wielding the power of darkness. And if her strength came from her own ability, it was beyond belief. "I''ll have to see her in person to understand." In any case, they needed to find the witch because of Alius. "Do you think Mr. Alius is okay? What if he''s already dead?" Serati asked, worried. Baros responded nonchalantly, "We still have to find him, regardless. Only then can we check if he''s alive or dead." Karnak grumbled as he stood up, "What is he, a princess in a tower? Why do I keep having to go rescue him?" *** After finishing his business, Karnak woke up the medics and survivors who had been put to sleep. He had done such a neat job putting them to sleep and waking them up that none of them even realized what had happened to them. "These are the ones. Both are mentally unstable, so I doubt they''ll be able to provide any useful testimony..." "That seems to be the case." Since Karnak had seamlessly linked their memories, the medics believed they had been awake the entire time. They had lost about 10 minutes of memory, but since there was no clock in the room, they wouldn''t notice the gap anytime soon. "Well, we''ll be heading out now." As Karnak''s group left the room, Viscount Demetas approached them again. "You''re planning to find your companion, I assume?" "Of course." "The main temple has promised to send Inquisitors as soon as possible. Additionally, the Evil Slaying Brigade will also send reinforcements." Unlike Karnak''s group, Baron Demetas had been unable to obtain any useful information from the survivors. He didn''t know the extent of the witch''s powers. However, he was certain that the situation was dire. The situation was completely different from when regular border guards had gone missing. With two Aura users and a high-ranking mage defeated, this had escalated into a top-tier darkness-related disaster. "The troops will gather soon, just wait four days," said the baron. In any case, without the help of a trained Inquisitor, it would be impossible to track down the witch. Naturally, the baron assumed that Karnak and his group would wait at the fortress until then. "I plan to form a search party as soon as the Inquisitors arrive. Will you assist us?" "Of course, it''s not someone else''s problem." After finishing the conversation, the group left the castle. When there was no one around to hear, Serati asked immediately. "You''re not really going to wait, are you?" "Of course not." Karnak could easily trace the signs of necromancy far better than any cleric. He didn''t need an Inquisitor''s help to find the witch. "Besides, it''s much easier to move without anyone watching." "Well, at this point, having people watch doesn''t matter much anymore..." Since the incident with Prince Lloyd, Karnak had been steadily researching the fusion of magic and necromancy whenever he had the chance. "There''s no way we can wait four days. Something could happen to Alius in the meantime." The group quickened their pace. They needed to return to the inn, pack up, and prepare for the search. Baros mumbled, "But what about Laficel?" Under normal circumstances, they would''ve just brought her along, but the situation seemed too dangerous. Their opponent wasn''t someone they could fight while protecting a non-combatant. And with her memory still sealed, Laficel couldn''t use her full combat abilities. Of course, if the memory seal were lifted, she would become a powerful ally, but then she''d likely attack Karnak''s group, which was equally troublesome. "Can we really leave her alone at the inn?" Serati shrugged. "She''ll probably be fine." Even if Laficel couldn''t unleash her full combat power, she wouldn''t be easily overpowered by ordinary people. When they arrived at the inn, they sat her down and gave her firm instructions. "Be good and wait here." "Yes, unnie!" "What do you do if a stranger tries something bad?" "I''ll turn them into leaves!" Baros and Karnak tilted their heads in confusion. "Leaves? What''s she talking about?" "I have no idea." With that, they finished their preparations for the search and left the inn again. As they looked around, Karnak asked, "So, where exactly is this Witch''s Forest?" *** The Witch''s Forest itself was easy to find. It had originally been just an ordinary forest near Swindler Fortress. It only became known as the Witch''s Forest after the witch appeared, so it wasn''t exactly difficult to locate. The real problem was where in this vast forest the witch could be. "The traces are too faint," Karnak muttered, standing amidst the dense coniferous trees with a frown. "Judging by the traces, she''s only about half as strong as the Lord of Darkness," he said. By now, even Serati had started to understand Karnak''s strange way of describing things. "You''re saying she''s only half-trained in necromancy, right?" "Only based on the traces, yes." This was precisely why the border patrol and Leocolt from the brigade had confidently gone after the witch. Based on the traces she left behind, she seemed insignificant. It was as if some untrained thug had accidentally consumed a bit of the Darkness of Doom and caused a ruckus. "But in reality, she''s incredibly strong, isn''t she?" "Exactly, which is what makes it so strange." Only someone like Karnak could even attempt to track her; any ordinary Inquisitor wouldn''t be able to find these faint traces. Baros clicked his tongue in disbelief. "Even with these faint traces, Mr. Alius still managed to track the witch?" "I have a rough idea of how." As for Alius, that was understandable. But Felix, the priest from the border patrol, was only a second-tier Inquisitor. There was no way a second-tier Inquisitor could track such faint traces of darkness that even Karnak struggled with. "Most likely, the witch found them. They didn''t find her." In any case, the traces were too faint and unclear. At this rate, they might not be able to track the witch, even if they spent days searching. Just as Karnak was contemplating whether he needed to find another method, something caught his eye. "Hm?" He noticed a faint aura scattered between the bushes and the grass. It wasn''t a dark aura, but it was something equally sensitive that a necromancer would immediately recognize. "...It''s divine power?" Upon closer inspection, it was a small fragment of sacred object, barely the size of a fingernail. Baros nodded. "It''s from Mr. Alius." Alius hadn''t gone down without a fight. Even as he was being captured, he had chipped away at the Inquisitor''s holy relic from Hatoba, imbuing it with divine power, and scattered it along the ground, hoping that someone would find the trail and rescue them. The aura was so faint that even the witch hadn''t noticed it. Serati smiled with relief. "This means Mr. Alius was alive at this point." Karnak started moving. "Let''s follow it for now." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 108 - 107 Chapter 108: Chapter 107 A cake dusted with pure white sugar served as the rafters, while giant chocolate pillars stood in neat rows. The doors were made of well-baked cookies, and the chandelier hanging from the ceiling was made of glistening ice candy. Delicious-looking breads and pastries were stacked like bricks, forming a massive wall over 10 meters high. It was truly a candy house. No, at this scale, it should rightfully be called a mansion or even a castle of sweets. Suspended in the air of the massive hall made of colorful candies and sweets were dozens of cages, each imprisoning a person. ''What a bizarre sight.'' Alius sighed as he sat trapped in one of the cages. ''What on earth is the point of all this?'' Alius knew that necromancers often engaged in all kinds of strange rituals. But even so, what was the reason for creating such a ridiculous place that seemed straight out of a children''s fairy tale? ''At least the missing people seem to be unharmed...'' Alius glanced at the other cages. In each of the dozens of cages, one person was imprisoned. Most of them were the missing members of the Swindler Border Patrol. In cages a bit farther away were members of the Evil Slaying Brigade¡ªLeocolt, Lestain, and Stronoff. Felix, the inquisitor of Saisha, who had been missing earlier, was also safe. Strangely enough, not a single person had died. Some might call it a stroke of luck, but it wasn''t exactly a situation to be happy about. They knew why the witch had kept them alive. After imprisoning each person in a cage, the witch had given them an abundance of food. Candy, cookies, biscuits, and various sweets made of cream and sugar. And with a laugh, she had proclaimed, "Keh-heh-heh-heh, I''ll fatten you up and eat you all!" Of course, Alius didn''t eat anything. Who could, after hearing something like that? Even if she hadn''t said it, he wouldn''t have dared to touch the food anyway. Houses made of sweets might seem appetizing in children''s fairy tales, but in real life, they evoke nothing but fear. This was true, at least, for the second search party, who had only been captured a day ago. But for those who had been imprisoned for nearly a week, they had no choice. Once again, it was mealtime. The chocolate door opened, and cats wearing boots walked in, carrying trays filled with cookies, fruit juice, and other treats. "Meow!" "Meow meow!" Puss in Boots effortlessly leaped into the air, reaching the cages, and skillfully pushed the treats into the cages with their front paws. The sight might seem cute at first glance, but no one dared to laugh. When something that should not be cute becomes cute, it only heightens the fear. "Ugh..." "Urgh..." The patrol captain, Felix the priest, and the other border patrol members, who had been held captive the longest, began mindlessly shoving the sweets into their mouths with dazed expressions. Crunch! Crunch, crunch, crunch! No matter how much they screamed for them to stop eating, it was useless. Even if they shouted from inside the cages, their voices couldn''t be heard. No one''s voice could escape beyond the cages. In the midst of these silent cries, they just ate and drank. After days of this, everyone had grown noticeably plumper. It was a terrifying sight. What on earth were these sweets made of that could fatten them up like this in less than a week? ''We must never eat them.'' But would they really be able to resist forever? For now, hunger and thirst weren''t unbearable. After all, it had only been a day since they were captured. But when more time passes, would they really be able to act differently from the others? From a distance, Leocolt, trapped in another cage, suddenly began to shout something. "...!" Although his voice couldn''t be heard, Alius could clearly see him wrapping red aura around his hands and striking the cage. Alius clicked his tongue. ''It''d be better to avoid wasting energy unnecessarily...'' As expected, Leocolt''s battle aura didn''t leave even a scratch on the cage. It was something they had confirmed several times already. Not only did battle aura have no effect, but neither Stronoff''s magic nor Alius'' holy spells worked on the cages either. ''It seems they can only be destroyed from the outside, huh?'' If that was the case, their only hope was for someone to come and rescue them. Fortunately, Alius had made some preparations. He had discreetly broken a few holy relics to leave a trail. ''If it''s Lord Karnak, he''ll find a way to help.'' In truth, there wasn''t much of a power difference between Leocolt''s party and Karnak''s. Both groups had high-level mages of the sixth circle and red aura users. Still, Alius had a strange feeling that Karnak or Baros would find a way out of this situation. ''The problem is time.'' The marks he left couldn''t be found using magic or aura. Only a cleric could track them. That meant it could be done discreetly, but... In other words, the nearby temple would need to send a high-ranking inquisitor for them to be found. ''It''s likely to take at least three or four days.'' During that time, no matter how thirsty or hungry he got, he would have to endure. Alius angrily kicked the tray in front of him. "I''ll never eat it! Never!" The cookies and juice spilled onto the floor of the hall with a thud. Below the cage, the Puss in Boots grumbled as they cleaned up the crumbs. "Meow!" "Meow!" *** In the fog-filled forest, Serati paused and furrowed her brow. "This fog... it''s definitely not a natural phenomenon." As an Aura user, she can instinctively distinguish between east, west, south, and north. But ever since they had entered this fog, her sense of direction had been completely muddled. Karnak shrugged his shoulders. "That means we''re on the right track." They continued following the traces for about 30 more minutes. Through the fog, the vague outline of a small hut began to emerge. Baros, seemingly relieved, muttered, "Oh, we found it." As they quickened their pace, the details of the hut became clearer. At the same time, Karnak and Baros''s expressions grew peculiar. Yes, it was indeed a hut, but... "What... is that?" "Am I seeing things wrong? Why is that here?" It was a quaint candy house. A roof topped with cream, windows framed with candy, walls and pillars crafted from bread and pastries, and even a cake chimney. Charming and whimsical, yet completely surreal. "A candy house..." Serati muttered in disbelief. "It really looks like something out of a fairy tale." Karnak and Baros, puzzled, asked, "You recognize it, Serati?" "Are there fairy tales with things like that?" Serati was even more surprised. sea??h th§× N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Oh my, you two don''t know?" The story of a witch living in a candy house was a common fairy tale, known across the entire continent. "Didn''t your parents tell you stories like that when you were young?" The two men answered proudly. "We didn''t grow up with that kind of love from our parents." "I grew up alongside the young master, enduring the same hardships as him." "In fact, I killed my father with my own hands." "I helped him with it." Serati was momentarily speechless. It had been a simple, innocent remark, but to be met with such a grim story? "Oh, I didn''t mean it like that..." Karnak and Baros chuckled as they passed her by. "You''re the same as everyone else, huh? Most people get flustered when we bring this up." "It was always effective at throwing Martial Kings off their game." Shaking her head, Serati sighed. "...Was that a lie?" "The part about growing up under harsh treatment is true." "So, you really don''t know what this is?" The group cautiously approached the candy house. The house wasn''t very large¡ªabout the size of a typical hunter''s cabin. It was definitely not large enough to hold dozens of people. Baros glanced around and asked, "Where do you think Mr. Alius and the others might be?" "No idea..." As they examined the house, Karnak suddenly asked, "Serati, that fairy tale about the witch and the candy house¡ªis that story famous?" "Huh? Most kids from the Seven Kingdoms would probably know it." "And what about the Empire?" "It originally came from the Empire, so most kids there would know it too, I''d think." "So it''s a universally well-known fairy tale across the continent?" "Well, yes... but why?" Pointing at the house, Karnak''s expression grew serious. "Why does it resemble the story so closely?" Serati, still not understanding, replied with a question of her own. "Isn''t necromancy usually like this?" All the necromancy she had seen so far was bizarre and grotesque. A candy house showing up now didn''t seem all that strange in comparison. If a witch could exist, why wouldn''t there be a candy house? But for Karnak, it seemed to be more troubling. "Even necromancy has its own set of rules. It just defies common sense. Remember that necromantic barrier that guy Shutraff summoned?" Serati let out a bitter laugh. "How could I forget?" Because of that barrier, she had lost both of her precious arms, and trying to get them back was why she was now traveling with these people. It was an event that had changed the course of her life. "Those tentacles, that wall of flesh... it was all so hideous... Ugh." "Exactly. Hideous." Karnak nodded. "Necromancers don''t summon those grotesque tentacles or lumps of flesh because they like them." Sure, seeing it often might make one grow accustomed to it, and for some necromancers, even fond of it. But generally, that''s not the case. "It''s just that those things are part of the hell power they wield." The reason necromancy often involves vile and grotesque spells is that such spells are easier to cast and more powerful. It''s not because necromancers want to use such evil and grotesque magic. "It''s the same reason most demons summoned by necromancers are ugly." They''re stronger and easier to summon that way. "If a beautiful demon was both powerful and easy to summon, every necromancer would be calling on that instead." Karnak spread his arms, gesturing to the candy house. "But this? What''s the point of recreating a scene from a fairy tale? Why go out of their way to do something like this, even using part of their power to make it happen?" From a necromancer''s perspective, this candy house was an unnecessary, irrational creation. "There seems to be something more going on here..." At that moment, the door to the candy house slowly creaked open. "...!" Startled, Serati instinctively reached for her sword. But her expression quickly softened. Two black cats emerged from the open door. Serati smiled, delighted. "Oh my, how cute." Karnak and Baros tilted their heads in confusion. "Cute?" "I don''t think so." "What?" Suddenly, the two cats began to grow rapidly, as if exploding in size! "Eeeek!" "Krrahahaha!" The cute cats vanished, and in their place were two grotesque, slime-covered monsters, each over two meters tall. Serati pulled out her sword in horror. "Ah! What are these things?" Baros chuckled and extended his hand. "What do you mean? They''re just common gatekeeper monsters." There wasn''t even a need to draw a sword. He simply coated both hands in red aura and thrust them simultaneously into the slime monsters. The monsters'' entire bodies began to swell, and beams of light shot out from them in all directions. And then, an explosion! BOOM! As he dusted off his hands and stepped back, Baros grinned. "Ah, it''s really nice to have awakened my aura." Serati blinked in confusion, struggling to understand what had just happened. "What did you just do?" "Nothing much." Baros casually explained. "I just infused them with aura through my hands, made them swell up like blowfish, then turned the aura into needle shapes and fired them in every direction. Want me to teach you later?" "..." By the time he was talking about manipulating aura like clay, Serati knew this was far beyond her capabilities. And now he was suggesting she transform it into needles and launch them? What was even more impressive was that none of the exploded monster fragments had touched Karnak or his group. Baros had precisely controlled the force and direction of the explosion, ensuring nothing sprayed in their direction. ''Right, this guy''s really a monster among monsters, isn''t he?'' She had momentarily forgotten because she''d only seen him weak and struggling while unable to use his aura. "...I''ll just keep practicing what I''ve been doing." Serati''s tone became noticeably more respectful. [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 109 - 108 Chapter 109: Chapter 108 Karnak stood in front of the candy house, leaving behind the corpses of the shattered monsters. "Well, whatever happens, I guess we should go inside first?" Serati asked, eyeing the half-open door. "Shall I go in first?" "No, not there." Shaking his head, he snapped his fingers. Boom! With a tremendous explosion, one side of the wall collapsed with a loud crash. Rather than using the perfectly fine door, he deliberately created a hole in the wall. Looking through the newly made passage into the house, Karnak grinned. "When dealing with necromancy, the irrational becomes rational." Upon entering, they found themselves in a long hallway. sea??h th§× ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Like the outside, it was a hallway made of colorful candy. The candy-shaped lanterns hanging from the ceiling emitted light, making the space quite bright. At first glance, nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. But Serati was utterly shocked. "Oh my gosh, what is this...?" Indeed, it was a long hallway. The candy house was no bigger than a small hunter''s cabin. How could there be such a long corridor inside? In fact, the size was comparable to the corridors of a decent castle. The height was several meters, and the width far exceeded the actual size of the candy house. "This is impossible. How can the inside of that tiny house be this big...?" Unlike the trembling Serati, Karnak and Baros seemed indifferent. "Why are you so surprised?" "It''s just a common space distortion." With the two so nonchalant, Serati began to calm down a little, though she shot them a glare. "...It may be common for you two, but it''s the first time I''ve seen something this bizarre." "If you understand how it works, it''s not all that amazing." As they walked down the hallway, Karnak pointed with his finger. "The hallway doesn''t actually exist inside the candy house we saw." The candy house was just the entrance. Though they thought they''d broken through the wall and entered, they had actually passed through a dimensional gate. The moment they stepped into the corridor, they were in a completely different space, separate from the candy house. "So this is an entirely different dimension?" "Yep. Just a part of normal hell." "Oh, I see." Serati paused for a moment. ''...But isn''t hell, by definition, not exactly normal?'' Surprisingly, the fact that they were in hell didn''t shock her much. She had already seen windows (?) showing the landscape of hell, met demons from hell, and even worn armor forged there. She felt somewhat accustomed to hearing about hell at this point. ''Though this isn''t something I wanted to get used to.'' Meanwhile, Karnak was looking around the hallway with great interest. "The energy here feels somewhat familiar..." He had traveled through many different hells. Even if the surroundings were decorated with candy, he couldn''t miss the faint traces of demonic energy seeping out. "What do you think this place originally was, Baros?" Baros, who had also wandered through hell with him, offered his thoughts. "It doesn''t seem like a major hell like Gehenna or Tartarus, does it? The demonic energy there is much thicker." "This place feels more stuffy and restless, so maybe somewhere between Parphas and Jilong? Who ruled that area again?" "I believe it''s the domain of the demon count Rota-Boodun." "He''s dead, though." "In this timeline, he should still be alive. It was during the time when the young master had just become the Death King and was forcibly using him, and then Lord Laven killed him." "Ah, that''s right." As they continued walking down the corridor, cautiously scanning their surroundings, they heard a faint flapping sound in the distance. It was like the sound of dozens of birds flying towards them. The noise grew louder, and soon, a group of shadows appeared from around the bend in the corridor, screeching as they came into view. "Screeeeech!" "Eeeeek!" Baros blinked in surprise. "Huh? Monkeys?" Dozens of winged monkeys were flying through the corridor. Serati drew her sword and asked, "Are there monsters like that in hell?" Baros, who was also preparing for battle, responded, "They look a bit like gargoyles, but they are not like that." Except for the wings, they were just ordinary monkeys. They carried long spears in their hands, and their eyes glowed a fierce red, making them look vicious, but aside from that, they didn''t deviate much from the appearance of typical monkeys. "Winged monkeys, huh..." Karnak asked, staring at the creatures. "Is there a fairy tale like this, Serati?" "Ah, yes, something similar exists." "Is it a common story?" "Common? It''s a fairly well-known fairy tale." "Interesting..." A faint smile appeared at the corner of Karnak''s eyes. "Very interesting." The winged monkeys were quickly closing the distance. Baros also drew his battle sword. Whoooom! "What should we do, young master?" "Just cut them down." As if waiting for that command, Baros leaped into action. "Yes, sir!" *** The monkeys were fast. And loud. "You idiots!" "You should''ve come in through the door!" "Why did you break the wall!" "We were waiting for you this whole time!" "Took you long enough to come back!" For monkeys, they were surprisingly articulate. From what they were saying, it seemed like Karnak''s group had caused them a lot of trouble by breaking through the wall. "I see," Serati said, nodding in understanding. "That''s why Lord Karnak insisted on breaking through the wall." Baros, wielding his sword, charged into the swarm of monkeys. Serati quickly followed suit. Red auras flashed dozens of times, splattering blood everywhere. The winged monkeys started to drop like pigeons caught in a typhoon. "Argh!" "Eeek!" It didn''t take more than a few minutes to slaughter all the winged monkeys, which numbered in the dozens. There was no need for Karnak to get involved. Baros and Serati had already handled everything. It wasn''t just because the two were strong. The real issue was that these winged creatures were wandering in a corridor, failing to take advantage of their ability to fly. For ordinary soldiers, they might have been a challenge, but for aura users, they were no threat at all. "These things are way too weak." "I can''t imagine that the Evil Slaying Brigade would have been defeated by something like this." Suddenly, the far end of the corridor became noisy again. Karnak gestured toward it. "Here comes another group, Baros." This time, it was a swarm of toads, each the size of a small child. Dozens of grotesque toads hopped toward them, croaking as they approached. "Toad!" "Toad, toad!" Serati slumped her shoulders. "Uh, that''s not how toads are supposed to sound, is it...?" The approaching toads suddenly transformed into slimy monsters. They were the same creatures they had encountered outside the candy house. "Raaaawr!" "Kaaargh!" Once again, Karnak''s group dealt with the monsters without any difficulty. After wiping them out and taking a moment to catch their breath, another commotion rose from down the corridor. This time, there were dozens of black cats. By now, Serati didn''t even bother to comment on how cute they were. She had already seen what those adorable cats could turn into. The only thing that bothered them now was the sound they were making. "Cat!" "Cat cat!" Serati, dumbfounded, glanced at Baros. "...Is hell usually like this?" "I don''t really know, but even in hell, things aren''t normally like this." After all, once they transformed, they turned into the same slimy monsters. Naturally, this swarm of cats followed the same pattern as the toads from earlier. And they were dealt with in the exact same way¡ªcompletely wiped out. "Looks like more are coming, doesn''t it?" Just as Baros predicted, this time, dozens of rabbits began hopping down the corridor. Karnak muttered under his breath, "I think I''m starting to understand the pattern." Cats, toads, and now rabbits? These were the typical minions associated with witches in old legends. "A very stereotypical, common image." However, there was one thing that puzzled him. The rabbits coming toward them were holding colorful eggs in their front paws. "What''s the connection between rabbits and eggs, Serati?" "I have no idea, either." As the swarm of rabbits approached, they glared at Karnak''s group and started to cry out. "Bunny!" "Bunny bunny bunny bunny bunny!" Feeling betrayed, Serati protested, "Hey! Where''s the ''hop hop''? What happened to that?" "What a weird thing to nitpick about," Baros grumbled, his expression just as unimpressed. The situation, though not serious, was irritating enough to drain their energy. "Still, we can''t ignore them..." "We''ll just have to fight them, yes." As the rabbits transformed into slimy monsters, Baros and Serati began cutting them down again. Watching them, Karnak remained calm, deep in thought. "It doesn''t quite feel like hell, but..." In a certain sense, it was very much like hell¡ªbecause reality itself was distorted. "The important question is why and how it got distorted..." Once again, the monsters were easily wiped out. However, Serati and Baros didn''t look as relaxed as before. "They''re not much on their own, but..." "If they keep coming like this, it''s going to get tiring, young master." "Then let''s take a break." "Where, though? There''s nowhere to rest," Serati questioned, looking around. Karnak raised both hands, and darkness began to flow between his fingers. "I''ll make a place to rest now." *** Karnak had roughly figured out the structure of the place. "It''s a variation of the Infinite Corridor." However, it wasn''t the result of highly advanced necromancy. Instead of casting a necromantic barrier, someone had used overwhelming power to crudely tear a hole in the dimension, forcibly linking it to a part of hell. That''s why it took some time to understand the structure. While high-level spells are more difficult to break, for Karnak, who had once been the Death King, most spells weren''t that complicated. In fact, this brute-force method was harder to decipher. Without a ritual or spell involved, he had to personally examine the flow of the space itself. As Karnak worked his magic, his hands moved in intricate patterns. "Erase the false distortion and return it to its true warped form..." His ten fingers tapped the air as if playing an invisible instrument. "Evil to evil, ash to ash, dust to dust." With each movement, waves of darkness rippled outward, layering and shaking the space. The ceiling, floor, and walls trembled. "Even death follows order, so let this twisted hell return to its right path." The candy hallway began to fade. Serati''s face stiffened in shock. ''What...?!'' The chocolate patterns on the ceiling disappeared, revealing bones wrapped in pulsating veins. The bread-like walls shifted and transformed into writhing chunks of flesh. Instead of glittering candy chandeliers, strange, burning blue tentacles twisted eerily. Even the floor was now a carpet of countless interwoven human bones. "Ugh..." Serati took a step back, looking around in horror. The once whimsical candy house had turned into a gruesome, blood-red house of flesh. Everything was grotesque, terrifying, and bizarre. "What... what is this?" Baros and Karnak answered casually, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. "What do you mean?" "This is the real form of this place." Both of them acted like they knew all along. Despite her shock, Serati understood in hindsight. ''No wonder those two, who go crazy for sweets, didn''t even glance at the candy...'' Karnak and Baros settled down and took a seat. "Alright, let''s rest for a bit." Frowning, Serati glanced down the hallway. "Can we really relax here?" Another group of winged monkeys was flying toward them, closing the distance rapidly. They would be here in a matter of seconds¡ªat least, that''s how it appeared. "It''s fine," Karnak assured her, pointing at the monkeys. They weren''t able to get any closer. No matter how much they flapped their wings and flew, they stayed in the same spot. "It''ll take them at least a month to get from there to here." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 110 - 109 Chapter 110: Chapter 109 An endlessly sprawling nightmare. Walls of flesh writhe, closing in from both sides. The ceiling collapses, sending forth dark red tentacles. These tentacles stretch out, transforming into sharp spears that pierce through the entire body. A scream bursts out. "Aaaah!" Continuing forward would only lead to destruction. They flee. Running madly, with the crumbling world behind them. It''s useless. The world collapses far too quickly. "Argh!" They scream, over and over again, for there was no other choice. Their comrades die around them. Countless tentacles strangle necks and tear limbs apart. The floor and ceiling crush entire bodies. Fluids bubble up and splatter everywhere. Everything is twisted, crushed, and bursts open. No matter how fast they run, the nightmare doesn''t fade. The ceiling becomes the floor, and walls turn into windows. Beyond the punctured walls, another hallway unfolds. An ocean of blood overflows, swallowing everyone whole. And beyond all this nightmare, they are there. Cold eyes, faces devoid of even a hint of mercy, spreading hell in the real world and killing everything. All that can be done is to scream. "Aaaaaaah!" In this terror and despair, the only freedom permitted was to scream. "Aaaaaaaaah!" *** "...Why do I feel like we''re the villains here?" Serati clicked her tongue as she looked down the hallway. Karnak and Baros shook their heads. "It''s just your imagination." "Those are merely the lingering thoughts of hell. Just because they''re screaming doesn''t mean they''re all living creatures." The scene unfolding before them was as follows: Winged monkeys and slimy monsters were madly chasing Karnak''s group. Soon, they were crushed as they were swept up in the writhing mass of flesh and flailing tentacles. "Aaah!" "Aaah!" "Graaaah!" This entire area had completely fallen under Karnak''s control. He could manipulate the space as he wished, slicing up the monsters at will. Thanks to that, Baros and Serati had nothing left to do. All they had to do was follow behind Karnak and keep watch. Walking leisurely over the skeletal floor, Karnak observed his surroundings. Unlike when they were walking through the colorful candy corridors, his expression was calm and serene. "This feels much more familiar and comforting than something like a candy house, after all." Serati sighed. "It sounds absurd, but the fact that you actually feel that way is amusing." Surrounded by grotesque bones and flesh, it oddly felt more peaceful than the bright, colorful candy setting from earlier. It wasn''t that the scenery was more pleasant, but at least it lacked the unsettling unease and dissonance she had felt before. As they continued walking, Karnak focused his mind. "By the way, where could Alius be?" His control was solid but not wide. While he could fully deploy his barrier-stealing spell, there were still limits to his necromantic power. So they had to keep moving to search. And of course, they had to deal with the monsters along the way. "Aaah!" "Graaaah!" "Graaaah!" As they walked, leaving the constant cries of the monsters behind them, the landscape suddenly twisted and whirled before a massive entrance opened up. Beyond the entrance was a grand hall, beautifully decorated with candy. Cats wearing boots, holding trays, glanced at Karnak''s group and let out wary cries. "Meow!" "Meow meow!" "Why are those cats crying like normal?" Serati asked in confusion. Karnak casually replied, as if it were nothing special. "Too much distortion." She blinked, still not understanding. "If it''s too much, why do they go back to normal?" "Is that the normalcy of reality? It''s the normalcy of a fairy tale." Indeed, the cats in boots weren''t transforming into slimy monsters. Instead, they were running around with trays in their paws. And that too with two feet. Watching them, it really did feel like something out of a fairy tale. "I still don''t really get what you''re saying..." Serati, feeling unsure, was just starting to raise her head when¡ª "Ah!" She noticed dozens of cages suspended in midair throughout the hall. She had been too distracted by the cats to notice them until now. Inside each cage were the missing people, frantically crying out. "...!" "...?" Of course, since the sound was blocked, to Karnak''s group, it only appeared as if they were silently opening and closing their mouths. Karnak and Baros casually muttered to each other. "Oh, they''re still alive." "They''re all alive, even." "Why are so many of them still alive?" "Why are you two just standing there? We should rescue them quickly..." Serati was about to rush toward the cages when¡ª "Wait." Baros stopped her and pointed around. "Why is everything still covered in sweets, Young Master?" Only then did Serati notice something was off. The surroundings were still coated in sweets. With Karnak''s presence, the hall should have transformed into a grotesque landscape of flesh, but it hadn''t. "I told you, the distortion is too strong." This meant that his control no longer worked here, and the distorted image cast over the hall was too intense. It also suggested that they were close to the master of this domain. With cold eyes, Karnak glared toward the other side of the hall. "The witch is nearby." Beyond the rows of cages, a sinister voice echoed. "Khehehehe..." It was the voice of an eerie old woman. "What beautiful little children you are." *** The witch was truly a grotesque sight. Her face was covered in so many wrinkles that it was impossible to guess her age, with a hooked nose, and she was dressed in a shabby robe and a wide-brimmed pointed hat, holding a broom in one hand. As Karnak glared at her, he thought to himself. ''Just like the memory projection.'' The precise definition of a witch, as referred to on the continent, was this: A female necromancer who wielded the power of darkness and death. A woman who simply used magic wasn''t called a witch. Just as Elezar, one of the three Archmages, wasn''t called a witch. The opponent before them was a hunched old woman, clearly wielding high-level necromancy. By anyone''s standards, she was a flawless example of a witch. ''But why does this not feel quite right?'' The witch approached Karnak''s group. Karnak, slowly pulling out his wand and aiming it, shouted. "Hey, old hag! Are you really a witch?" The witch frowned. "Ugh, you all look so scrawny." "Why did you capture these people? To eat them?" "This old lady likes to eat plump, fat children!" A perfect example of nonsensical rambling. Serati sent a mental message. [...This feels exactly like when we first met Laficel, doesn''t it?] No matter what they said, she acted like she didn''t hear them and kept repeating herself. [Is it possible someone else crossed over?] [It sure looks that way.] Judging by the situation, Serati''s suspicion was very reasonable. Karnak agreed. [My instincts are screaming that it''s not the case, though.] Not that he expected an answer. He just wanted to gauge her reaction. ''I''ll have to confirm it for sure.'' Now, as always, Karnak''s method of resolving his curiosity was the same. Violence. "Baros!" As if he had been waiting, the blonde knight stepped forward. "Yes, young master!" The witch sprang into action. With a sweep of her robe, she flew at Baros like a ghost, stopping right in front of him. Her speed exceeded expectations, and Baros''s expression tightened slightly. ''She''s really fast!'' The witch swung her broom down. Baros raised his sword, imbued with battle aura, to block. As the broom and sword collided, a shockwave erupted. Boom! The shockwave shattered the candy floor around them, sending shards flying everywhere. The force was so powerful that all the suspended cages shook in unison. Yet Baros didn''t budge an inch. ''I''m not the type to be pushed back by this.'' Baros absorbed the incoming shock by slightly bending his knees, allowing the force to dissipate into the ground. It might have looked simple, but this was a highly advanced deflection technique that most aura users couldn''t even dream of mastering. The witch, however, wasn''t pushed back either. "Heh heh, you''re quite the disobedient child!" But her reason was entirely different from Baros''s. She simply withstood the impact with her bare body, without any technique to dissipate the force. This puzzled Baros. ''Her body being fine is one thing, but how is she not being pushed back?'' She wasn''t particularly heavy, nor was she anchored to the ground. Something felt off. At that moment, Serati also sprang into action. [I''m joining in!] She drew her sword imbued with battle aura and positioned herself behind the witch. Out of caution, she sent a quick message to Karnak. [Don''t give me that Hell Armor! I''ll fight with my own strength!] The Hell Armor she had worn during the battle with Laficel was indeed powerful, but it also corrupted the soul. She preferred not to use it unless her life was on the line. Not that Karnak had any intention of giving it to her anyway. [Even if you asked, I wouldn''t. With so many eyes watching, do you think I''d really hand it over?] There were dozens of people trapped in cages, all watching the battle unfold. They might be muted, but their sight wasn''t blocked. [Ah, good point.] With Baros and Serati now flanking the witch, they both aimed their aura-infused swords at her. The witch hurled her broom aside and lunged at Serati, swinging her long, claw-like fingers wildly. "Khehehe!" Her attacks were so predictable that any seasoned aura user could dodge them with their eyes closed. Of course, Serati wasn''t a fool, so she dodged carefully, fully aware. At the same time, she aimed a strike at the witch''s shoulder with her aura sword! Clang! The blade, infused with powerful aura, couldn''t pierce through the witch''s flapping robe and was deflected. Serati clicked her tongue. ''As expected, this isn''t enough.'' She wasn''t surprised. She had already seen the memory projection of the battle between Leocolt and Lestain. Both were Red Knights of her caliber, yet they couldn''t even scratch the witch. Something extra was needed. ''In that case...'' Serati dashed in closer, pressing her attack. ''Like this...'' She mimicked the precise movements she had observed from Baros countless times, skillfully moving her blade. "Hyaaah!" The witch''s attack narrowly grazed Serati''s hair, but at the same moment, her aura sword struck the witch''s shoulder once more. Swoosh! S~ea??h the N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. This time, the robe was pierced, and black smoke, like blood, began to seep out. The witch''s own force was used against her, as Serati had perfectly timed her counter. Instead of Serati''s sword piercing the witch''s shoulder, it was as if the witch had slammed her own shoulder into the sword tip. "This works." Feeling proud, Serati smiled. Even she had to admit that this move was executed well. Baros, too, seemed quite pleased. [Oh, that was pretty good, Dame Serati.] The witch''s face contorted with fury as she exploded in anger. "...Such disobedient children!" From within the cage, Alius watched Karnak''s group. ''I knew they''d come for us.'' His trust had been rewarded beyond expectations. They had come to rescue him much sooner than he had anticipated. However, something seemed off. Karnak''s group had not brought along an inquisitor who could assist them. ''So how did they find this place?'' The divine power he had left behind was far too faint to be detected by aura users or mages. There were only two possible scenarios for someone to sense it. Either a properly trained inquisitor had detected it, or... ''Perhaps... a necromancer might be able to.'' [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 111 - 110 Chapter 111: Chapter 110 The excited witch became even more violent, rampaging furiously. She smashed through various parts of the hall, recklessly charging with brute force. "You bad children!" However, Baros and Serati easily handled her. The witch''s attacks were so chaotic that it worked in their favor. Her punches and kicks were so obvious that dodging and counterattacking became easy. In addition, Karnak''s well-timed magic was helping a lot. "Force Rope!" A rope made of magic flew and wrapped around the witch''s arms and legs. Though it broke almost instantly, it slowed her down for a brief moment. During that short moment, a net of lightning was cast, blocking her retreat... "Lightning Stun!" The ground transformed into a giant hand, grabbing the witch. "Fist of the Ground!" In this case, it was more like a hand made of candy rather than earth. Rather than using offensive magic, the spells were aimed at hindering the witch''s movements, providing advantageous opportunities for Baros and Serati. As they weaved through the witch''s sweet hall, Karnak''s group relentlessly pushed the witch back. It was clear they were gaining the upper hand. But the witch wasn''t going down easily. Despite being continuously slashed and struck by magic, she simply wouldn''t fall. "Let me see your hands! I want to check how much you''ve gained!" "It''s nonsense, but hearing it enough is getting on my nerves." Grumbling, Serati dodged a downward kick from the witch and raised her aura sword to slash the witch. Once again, she used a counterattack that took advantage of the opponent''s strength. It wasn''t hard to wound the witch this time, either. The problem was that the witch recovered from her injuries just as easily. "Let me see your arms! Show me those arms!" In no time, she was completely healed and reached out with both claws again. Clicking his tongue, Baros stepped back. "...That doesn''t sound like a line from a fairy tale." The battle continued in the same manner. Although they were clearly pressuring her, they couldn''t land a fatal blow. The witch''s attacks were certainly messy, but her movements were unpredictable. She wasn''t just fast; it was impossible to predict her next move. Suddenly, Baros felt a strange realization. ''Why are her attacks so obvious, but her movements unpredictable?'' No matter how fast an opponent is, if their moves are this apparent, it should be possible to predict them. Especially for someone with Baros'' level of experience. ''Could it be...?'' Baros began to focus on the witch''s extremities, paying close attention to her hands and feet rather than her overall movements. The witch pushed off the ground with both feet and leaped into the air. ''What the... her actions and the actual flow of power don''t match?'' She was just pretending to jump, but in reality, she was gliding through the air, like a ghost. ''That explains why others fell to her so easily.'' Once he figured out the cause, finding a solution was no problem. Baros moved behind the witch. The witch turned and slid, as if moving on air. To be precise, she was sliding as if she was moving. ''Sorry, but I''m pretty used to dealing with movements like this.'' He had seen plenty of opponents who moved like ghosts. Following her with ease, Baros brought down his aura sword. Boom! This time, he landed a direct hit to the witch''s side. She didn''t have time to dodge. She let out a bizarre laugh and dark blood spurted from her body as she wildly flailed her claws. "Khehehe!" Baros calmly rotated the tip of his sword. Serati had to strike, retreat, and weave in, aiming for gaps in the witch''s attacks to land a counter. She would use the witch''s own strength to amplify her attacks. But Baros didn''t need to do that. "Hup!" In an instant, Baros'' aura sword turned blue. The witch''s onslaught, which came flying at him, slid off in all directions as if it had hit an invisible shield. Then, he switched to a red aura sword and unleashed a series of strikes. The red aura signified the Stage of Strong Ability , while the blue aura indicated the Stage of Skill Over Strength. Though he hadn''t yet reached the Stage of Perfect Unity of Strength and Skill like the Purple Knights, by switching his aura momentarily, he could produce a similar effect. Additionally, he could conserve his aura as well by deliberately moving between stages. This was a common tactic once a warrior mastered the Silver Sword stage. "Taaaah!" A barrage of slashes rained down on the witch''s body. Her robe was shredded to pieces, and darkness erupted in all directions like a fountain. Flash! As the furious witch prepared to lash out even more violently, Baros'' eyes gleamed for a moment. ''Now!'' He stepped forward, twisted his body, and delivered a long horizontal slash. At the same time, his aura sword flickered between red and blue! Boom! With a thunderous sound, the witch''s entire right arm shattered. Baros grinned in satisfaction and muttered to himself, "I haven''t rusted yet either." *** The witch, having lost her arm, raised her head with a blank expression. Darkness swirled around her, and her severed arm regrew. Baros wasn''t surprised. "It''s not uncommon for a monster using necromancy to grow limbs, right?" The "necromantic monster with newly regrown arms" turned toward him with a disgruntled expression. [...You weren''t saying that for me to hear, were you?] [I used to be in the same situation, you know?] With a wry smile, he shared the witch''s secret with Serati. [So, if you think of her as a ghost and analyze her movements that way, you''ll be able to predict her next actions.] [I''m not sure if I can manage that.] Though Baros spoke as if it was obvious, Serati couldn''t tell if it was meant as trust or if Baros was being overly confident. ''Well, he told me, so I''ll give it a try.'' Focusing his mind, Serati stared intently at the witch. S~ea??h the N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The witch still stood with an indifferent face. She seemed puzzled. ''Why isn''t she moving?'' There were no more strange remarks or bursts of laughter. She looked almost like a doll. Then, suddenly, the witch opened her mouth. From her pitch-black mouth, a bizarre sound erupted. "Groooo!" It wasn''t a voice but a noise. Completely devoid of anything human, it was a truly mechanical, inorganic sound. "Groooooo!" The entire candy hall began to shake as if hit by an earthquake. The ceiling and walls distorted as candy protrusions started to sprout everywhere. Chocolate and sugar clumped together, and cookies and cakes stuck to one another in massive chunks. Soon, the hall was filled with candy soldiers, candy tigers, and candy dragons. It was hard to tell if they were cute or terrifying, but these creatures roared with fury. "Kyakya-kya-kya!" "Kraaaah!" "Kaaooo!" Looking around, Serati clicked her tongue. "What the hell? Did she give up on hand-to-hand combat?" Candy monsters swarmed from all sides. Just because they were made of candy didn''t mean they were harmless. Their appearance may be sweet, but their actual toughness was comparable to steel. Of course, an aura user''s sword could cut through steel, but there were simply too many of them. Facing them one by one would drain too much stamina. "Kraaaah!" As Baros slashed through the approaching candy monsters, he frowned. [This is getting annoying.] The witch had transformed the entire candy hall under her control, turning it into an army of minions. It was similar to when they faced the slimy monsters in the corridors earlier. That means the solution should be the same. [Can''t you do something, young master?] [Not right now.] Unlike before, there were others watching, so he couldn''t recklessly use necromancy. Only chaos magic could be safely used at the moment. Serati signaled with her eyes toward the hall''s entrance. [Should we change locations?] [No, that won''t be necessary.] Glancing toward the cage, Karnak''s eyes gleamed. [This is a perfect opportunity. I might as well test the new magic I developed.] *** Originally, the chaos magic Karnak had developed was merely a method of using ordinary magic through chaos power. The magic itself did not deviate much from traditional forms. However, after absorbing the soul of Detzras, things changed slightly. The Dark God''s cult had been using a method that fused necromancy and magic in a new way. After stealing this technique, Karnak combined the strengths of necromancy and magic, transforming it into a new form of chaos magic. Karnak aimed his wand at the incoming candy monsters. [Fireball is a powerful spell, but it only flies in a straight line and explodes.] Thus, it requires precise control and the ability to adjust the area of effect. If fired recklessly, enemies can easily dodge it, and it might explode in the wrong place, wasting mana. [On the other hand, fox fire is a necromantic spell that never misses, but its firepower is too low.] Hitting the target with fox fire is extremely easy. The necromancer doesn''t have to worry much as it flies straight to its target. It''s nearly impossible to dodge. The problem is, while it''s hard to avoid, it''s just as easy to destroy in the air since its power is so weak. But what if these two methods were combined? Raising his wand, Karnak began chanting a spell. "Blazing flames of the soul, guided by my will, strike my enemies!" A giant fox fire materialized, radiating heat as it glided through the air. Then, it split into dozens of smaller fireballs as it raced through the hall. Not a single one missed its mark, as the countless fire foxes struck the candy monsters that filled the hall! Boom! Boom! Boom! The entire hall erupted into flames. Black smoke billowed everywhere as a thunderous roar echoed. The cage hanging above was caught in the storm, shaking violently. Satisfied, Karnak smiled. "Good, the power''s impressive." It was clearly a modified 4th-circle Fireball spell, but the destructive force was at the level of a 6th or 7th-circle spell. Baros, surveying the wreckage of the shattered monsters, expressed his admiration. [Wow, that''s seriously strong.] It had the accuracy that magic couldn''t achieve and the destructive power that necromancy alone couldn''t produce. [But there are still plenty of them left, aren''t there?] None of the fire foxes had missed. Dozens of flames hit their marks. But the number of monsters the witch summoned was in the hundreds. [Just wait a moment.] Karnak grumbled as he tapped his wand on the hall''s floor. [It''s not over yet.] Thump, thump, thump! Each time the tip of the staff struck the ground, faint ripples of light spread outward. These ripples soaked into the candy floor, causing it to tremble. "Rise, spirits of the earth!" From the floor made of candy, heaps of cookies rose. They transformed into dozens of giant beings made of sugar. Baros and Serati looked shocked. This wasn''t the usual golem summoning technique they were used to. [Huh?] [You can do that too?] Both of them, being aura users, could sense the overall energy form. Powerful mana surrounded the candy piles filled with necromantic power, transforming them into golems. Without using necromancy, Karnak was influencing the witch''s domain using only chaos magic. [It''s possible because it''s me, obviously.] Smugly, Karnak continued his incantation. "By the law of darkness, be governed by my hand..." A black aura rose from the golems'' bodies. "Go forth, my servants! By my command, strike down my enemies!" With a thunderous roar, dozens of giant candy golems began charging forward. Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud! *** Stronoff watched the scene unfold in a daze. "How is something like that even possible?" He was a 6th-circle high-ranking mage and a member of the Evil Slaying Brigade who had fought numerous necromancers. That''s why he could say this with certainty. The candy golems were clearly emitting dark power, yet they were being controlled by mana. This young mage had successfully stolen control of the witch''s necromancy using nothing but pure magic. "...Could such magic truly exist in this world?" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 112 - 111 Chapter 112: Chapter 111 The hall was filled with the clamor of intense battles. The Candy Golem grabbed the Chocolate Dragon by the scruff of its neck and slammed it down. It trampled on the Sugar Soldiers and crushed the Cake Monsters. Loud crashes and noises echoed throughout the space. The two main forces behind this grand dessert battle were none other than the Witch and Karnak. The Witch continuously summoned candy monsters using the vast powers of darkness. Karnak, on the other hand, infiltrated her barrier with chaos power, causing confusion. Dark currents and flows of mana intertwined, creating mayhem. Karnak smiled, satisfied with the outcome. "You fight well." Serati sent a message. [Is this really okay?] Even now, those trapped in cages were watching the battle unfold. It was a question about whether their gazes should be a concern. [No problem.] Karnak answered confidently. [This is real magic. Not necromancy.] The method was fundamentally no different from the necromancy he usually employed. Layering barriers upon barriers, analyzing the flow of darkness, and then reversing it to steal control. The method and power were identical. There was only one difference. He was using chaos power to achieve what he used to do with necromantic power. [It means I can use it openly in front of people.] In fact, if other mages asked about the technique, he could even teach it to them. He had essentially pioneered a new school of magic. Although, in the beginning, he had borrowed some magic formulas from the Dark Cult. [With this method, other mages could also disrupt an opponent''s necromantic barriers. Though, of course, they wouldn''t be able to handle it as freely as I do.] Somehow, he had truly created a magic fitting of the word "chaos." Karnak boasted arrogantly. [Don''t you think I came up with a pretty good name?] Baros offered genuine admiration. [Wow, you are truly impressive.] And then, out of the blue, he asked. [But how do you plan to explain how you mastered such a spell? There''s no way a mere 20-year-old novice could create such magic.] The achievement of pioneering a new school of magic was something only a 9th-circle mage, usually an Archmage, could do. It was certainly not something a 6th-circle mage could accomplish. Of course, Karnak had already thought of this. [Well, I mastered it through the magic tome left to me by my great teacher!] [Huh? Since when did you have a teacher, young master?] [Why wouldn''t I have a teacher?] The wicked Death King Karnak had no teacher, but the righteous Baron Karnak of the King''s Order had a teacher¡ªa court mage named Dallas from 150 years ago. At least, according to his backstory. [Are you using that guy as an excuse again?] [Is there a better excuse than this?] The final magic insights left behind by Court Mage Dallas were passed down to Karnak, transcending 150 years. With his heaven-sent talent and supreme effort, he eventually mastered a unique technique specifically designed to counter necromancers! [...That''s the story.] [It does sound plausible.] Baros, convinced, glanced up at the ceiling of the hall. [Just like you planned, no one seems to have noticed.] Inside those dozens of cages were Aura users, mages, clerics, and regular soldiers, all possessing various skills and abilities. If he could deceive all of them, it would prove just how safe this chaos magic was. Suddenly curious, Serati asked. [What would you do if someone among them realized what you were doing?] [I''d just manipulate their memory.] [But what if they told their companions?] [How would they? The sound is blocked.] [Ah...] [Look, I''m trying to resolve this without killing anyone and in a good way. Am I not living like a decent person?] [Well, that''s true, but...] There wasn''t anything wrong with what he said, but for some reason, Serati found it hard to admit it. With a sulky expression, Serati glanced at one of the cages. ''I wonder if Mr. Alius is okay. Surely he hasn''t caught on?'' *** Alius trembled. ''I see...'' His fingertips quivered as he watched the scene before him. ''So that''s what it was...'' This wasn''t magic that controlled darkness. It was magic that controlled necromancy. A magic that, while following the righteous laws of the Goddess, governed those who practiced evil arts. ''That''s how he found us so quickly.'' No matter how skilled a cleric was at detecting traces of darkness, they could never outdo a necromancer themselves. If Karnak could use magic like that, it made sense that his detection abilities surpassed even those of a cleric. ''No wonder he''s been so particularly strong against necromancers...'' That magic was essentially the bane of necromancy. And for such magic to emerge in this dark time, when the darkness of doom was spreading across the world? "Truly, it must be the guidance of the Goddess." Deeply moved, Alius made the sign of the cross. His greatest strength and weakness was that once he believed in someone, he trusted them completely. *** Serati carefully observed Alius inside the cage. Then, she felt relieved. ''Okay, no problem.'' Having known him for a while, she could roughly read his expressions. A very blatant glimmer of trust was shining in both of his eyes. ''Mr. Alius is a good person, but he''s way too naive.'' Still, it was a relief. They were going to travel together through the Empire for a while, and she didn''t want to witness him suffering, thrashing about with a needle in his head every night. She shifted her gaze back to the hall. ''Once we deal with that, it''ll all be over, right?'' The Witch was wreaking havoc against the approaching Candy Golems. "Goooooo!" She let out a metallic, soulless sound, swinging her limbs repeatedly. With every swing, the Golems shattered, scattering cookie crumbs everywhere. The Witch herself was also falling apart, leaking darkness. Her arms would break, then regenerate. Her legs would break, and then regenerate again. Destruction and regeneration repeated endlessly. [It''s her final struggle,] Baros said, gripping his sword tightly. [Shall we end it?] [No, I''ll do it. Since we''ve got the opportunity, I might as well experiment with everything I can.] [What do you have in mind?] Instead of answering, Karnak posed a question in return. [Why do you think the Witch has been able to last this long?] The two swordsmen exchanged looks as if to say, "How would we know?" Chuckling, Karnak continued. [It''s because this place is a twisted hell.] This place had been warped by the Witch''s powerful imagery. It was a distorted fairy tale, drawn from the well of her subconscious¡ªa universal, stereotypical, yet messy and chaotic image. The stronger that image, the weaker reality becomes. That''s why real swords and magic were greatly weakened against the Witch, but the Golems made of her sweets were easily able to crush her monsters. [Since the twisted fairy tale is the Witch''s reality, a weapon from within that fairy tale should be able to fatally wound her without any interference, right?] And so, he pulled it out. The image of a powerful weapon hidden within the Witch''s fairy tale. Gripping his wand, Karnak summoned forth chaos power. "Come forth, a piece of the abyss slumbering in the deepest depths." Summoning circles appeared all around the hall, and round, wheel-shaped objects emerged. At the sight of it, Baros and Serati''s expressions turned peculiar. ''Huh?'' ''That''s...'' It was something everyone recognized. [It''s a spinning wheel?] Dozens of spinning wheels, the kind you could find in any farmhouse, were scattered around the hall. Baffled, Serati asked, [Why is a spinning wheel a weapon?] This time, even Karnak looked slightly taken aback. [Well, uh, who knows?] He hadn''t summoned it knowing what kind of weapon it would be. He just pulled up whatever was buried deep in the abyss of the image. But now that it had been summoned, there was no doubt it was one of the weapons from the fairy tale. The problem was he had no idea how this could be considered a weapon... After a moment''s thought, Karnak waved his wand. [Oh well, from here on, I''ll rely on every boy''s childhood dream.] When in doubt, it''s always best to go with what''s familiar. He had learned that through long experience. And besides, the image of the fairy tale didn''t belong solely to the Witch. "Rise, soul of the abyss!" Each of the dozens of spinning wheels transformed into strange shapes. Huge arms, huge legs, torsos, heads, and hands¡ªall morphed and then flew up, merging together in the air! "Gooooooo!" The enormous spinning-wheel golem raised its arms and let out a mighty roar. And then, without warning, it hurled a long sword at the witch. Boom! With a thunderous crash, the Witch was flung over 10 meters away. Baros''s eyes widened in shock. [It''s... strong!] [Of course it is.] Karnak puffed out his chest proudly. [Is there a boy in the world who doesn''t love a good transformation and combination scene?] *** The enormous spinning-wheel golem relentlessly pushed the small hag back with brute force. "Gooooooo!" It attacked over and over without rest. Golem punch, golem kick, golem headbutt. The Witch fought back fiercely, slashing at the spinning wheel with her claws, kicking with both feet, and flailing her arms wildly. Crash! Boom! Bang, bang, bang! The two of them continued to pummel and be pummeled in a repetitive clash. In such a brutal contest, where both were swinging their limbs wildly, the bigger one was bound to win. Gradually, the Witch was being pushed back. The entire hall began to shake. Smash! Bam! Thud! Each time the Witch was hit, the candy hall started to disappear, replaced by walls of flesh. The surroundings shifted, as though a giant illusion was being peeled away, revealing something far more grotesque. The humans inside the cages screamed in terror at the sight of the hall, now covered in hideous tentacles and flesh. "Ugh, ughhh!" "What is this?!" The most repulsive part was realizing that the colorful candy just moments ago had transformed into disgusting chunks of flesh, and the sweet juice was now rancid, bloody fluid. "Blergh!" "Ughhh!" Some of them even feared that they might have eaten some of it. Everyone was shivering with disgust, gagging at the thought. Meanwhile, the first team of the Witch''s search party, who had already consumed the grotesque substances, sat blank-faced in the cages, still dazed. The golem continued to crush the Witch over and over again. sea??h th§× N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Gooooooo!" It broke her arms, shattered her legs, and smashed her head. The Witch''s regeneration was growing slower and slower. Now, she seemed almost ghostly, weakly releasing darkness from her entire body as she drifted aimlessly. "Well then, shall we finish this?" Karnak snapped his fingers. Suddenly, fierce flames began to surge from the entire body of the spinning-wheel golem. Whoooosh! Serati was puzzled. ''Huh? Why is he suddenly setting the golem on fire?'' Just then, Karnak''s voice reached her ears. [Dame Serati, you mentioned something earlier, didn''t you?] [What about?] [How the Witch dies in that fairy tale with the candy house.] [...What?] Confused for a moment, Serati looked at Karnak. He was wearing a meaningful smile, nodding toward the Witch with his chin. The Witch, and the burning spinning-wheel giant. [Aha!] Serati moved, realizing Karnak''s intention. She had figured out what he meant. The Witch was continuously retreating, trying to avoid the flaming golem. Serati stealthily moved behind her. Once she was close enough... "Take this!" She simply kicked the Witch square in the back! Thud! This was the same Witch who had shrugged off attacks from Serati''s aura-infused sword. Normally, a mere kick should have done no real damage. But to everyone''s surprise, the Witch fell over pathetically easily. "Kehek!" Falling into the burning golem''s embrace, the Witch let out a gut-wrenching scream. The flames blazed even fiercer, and the Witch''s entire body began turning to ash, scattering into the air. "Kwaaah!" Both Baros and Karnak winced at the horrifying sight. [Wow, seeing it in person is pretty brutal.] [Yeah, is this really the kind of fairy tale you''d tell kids?] The screams slowly faded, and the Witch''s form shrank more and more. In the end, both the golem and the Witch burned away and vanished. As Karnak watched the last of the Witch''s ashes scatter into the air, he grinned. [I knew it would end like this.] Strictly speaking, it wasn''t Serati who finished off the Witch. It was the final scene of the twisted fairy tale the Witch had distorted. [In necromancy, if you can''t trick your opponent, you''ll end up being tricked yourself. That''s the essence of it.] With that, the Witch was dealt with cleanly. Now all that was left were the people in the cages, helplessly flapping their mouths in silence. "Baros, Serati." Karnak gestured into the air. "Free the people." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 113 - 112 Chapter 113: Chapter 112 After rescuing everyone, Karnak and his party successfully escaped from the candy house. In reality, it wasn''t a particularly dangerous situation that warranted calling it an "escape." Aside from the hall, the rest of the area was already under Karnak''s influence. Even the witch who originally ruled this space had disappeared. In fact, they merely trudged toward the entrance, and once everyone was outside, they simply locked the gate to the underworld. Once everyone had escaped, the candy house vanished on its own. "It seems that with the witch gone, this place can no longer exist." In truth, Karnak had sent it away himself, but that''s how the explanation had to go. When the gate to the underworld closed, the thick fog that had covered the surroundings also lifted, and the Witch''s Forest returned to being a normal forest. When Karnak''s party returned to Swindler Fortress, they were hailed as heroes. "Thank you." "You saved our lives." No one dismissed them as mere citizens of the Seven Kingdoms anymore. Even the arrogant Leocolt had a complete change of attitude. "You have saved my life. I will never forget this favor." Though he had been arrogant, he wasn''t someone who would ignore a debt of life. "If you ever need help from the empire, contact me. I will help with whatever I can." This left the Evil Slaying Brigade with a debt owed to them. For just a few days of delay, it was an unexpected windfall. However, the change in their attitudes wasn''t just because their lives had been saved. As soon as they returned to the fortress, the mage Stronoff informed his comrades. -We must find out what magic he used! As a mage, he recognized the value of the spell Karnak had employed. A magic that could reverse the power of a necromancer! Such a feat was unprecedented in history. Even the three Archmages had not yet developed such a spell. Well, to be precise, it wasn''t that they couldn''t¡ªit''s just that they hadn''t. How long has it been since the Darkness of Doom began to run rampant? Before that, such a spell was simply unnecessary. No one paid attention to this kind of magic until recently. That''s what makes it all the more curious. Where did he learn such magic? It''s unlikely that Karnak himself developed it. A mere 6th Circle mage, and still in his twenties, couldn''t have created such a spell. But it was difficult to ask directly. For mages, knowledge is power, authority, and wealth. In the world of mages, probing into the secrets of someone''s magic is tantamount to theft. "...For that reason, even though they want to ask about Lord Karnak''s magic, they''re just watching quietly," Alius remarked. Serati just shrugged. "He won''t reveal it easily, of course." Karnak has committed quite a few transgressions. Naturally, he''d want to keep things hidden. However, Alius seemed to interpret it differently. "Well, he''s not exactly the type to enjoy conversation, is he?" "Lord Karnak, you mean?" "Yes. He''s such a quiet person. Just like Sir Baros." "Sir Baros?" Serati was taken aback. If it were Karnak and Baros, they were among the most talkative people she''d ever met. They never missed a chance to boast, even during battle. ''What do you mean, ''quiet''? That''s absurd.'' But then again, she thought, maybe it made sense. ''Wait a minute, we only ever talked through telepathy, didn''t we?'' To an outsider, they would indeed seem like a quiet and serious mage and knight. ''No way! They''re both so talkative!'' It felt incredibly unfair, but there was no way she could explain the truth. "Yes... they''re both very quiet... right...." "...?" In any case, it seemed that Stronoff wouldn''t be prying into the magic any time soon. Given the gravity of the situation, he probably planned to make formal contact with the brigade after they returned. Reporting the developments to Karnak, Serati asked, "Is it really okay to be getting this much attention, Lord Karnak? Haven''t you been trying to avoid standing out this whole time?" As for the source of the magic, they could always claim it came from the Archmage Dallas of 150 years ago. "What if someone asks you to teach them?" Karnak was unfazed. "Then I''ll teach them." "Huh? Is that really okay?" "I told you, this is actual magic. I developed it to make it known to the world in the first place." Of course, he wasn''t talking about revealing all of chaos magic¡ªjust the part related to necromancy interference. Originally, chaos magic had been developed merely as a technique to pose as a mage. As a result, it didn''t differ much from existing magic. But with the world becoming more chaotic, they found themselves facing necromancers more and more often. Because of that, Karnak had to increasingly resort to secretly using necromancy. "As they say, if your tail gets too long, it''ll get stepped on." There are two ways to deal with a tail before it gets caught. Either cut off your own tail, or attach long tails to everyone else! "What do you think will happen if other mages also start using necromancy interference spells?" After a moment of thought, Serati responded, "More mages will be able to handle necromancers more easily." "There''s a more important point than that." Karnak smiled brightly. "It means that other mages, besides me, will be able to use the power of darkness, even if only indirectly." If Karnak alone were using both magic and the power of darkness, it would raise too much suspicion. But if other mages were doing it too? Then it would just seem like a common occurrence. "I can''t keep using necromancy in secret forever, can I? I have to make my move before it gets exposed." Hearing this, Baros expressed concern. "But... in this case, wouldn''t you be putting yourself in danger, young master?" Distributing a magic that is the nemesis of necromancy, when Karnak himself was a necromancer? There was no guarantee that this magic wouldn''t eventually turn against him. "It''s fine. I have no intention of continuing as a necromancer." Karnak waved his hand dismissively. "And even if I need to use necromancy, it won''t be a problem for me." After all, the necromancy interference spell was a magic that only Karnak could use effectively. This spell required a precise understanding of the opposing necromancy to be fully effective. In other words, the caster needed to possess more knowledge and wisdom than the necromancer they were opposing. "And there''s no necromancer in the world wiser than me, right?" "Uh, yes...," Serati replied, looking deeply impressed by his confidence. She was so stunned that she was at a loss for words. On the other hand, Baros still seemed worried. "And what will you say when you use it properly? Won''t that just prove you know too much about necromancy?" "I''ll just insist that I''m a genius and that I handled it instinctively. There are actually a few prodigies like that out there." And to those who fail to master it, he''d say this: Why are you blaming me for your incompetence? "Something like that," Karnak concluded with a grin. Baros finally seemed reassured and smiled as well. "That should be safe enough to reveal to the world." Then, with a curious glint in his eye, he asked, "You''re not planning to teach it for free, are you?" "Of course not. Nothing in this world comes for free." He planned to sell it for a lot of money. A great deal of money. With a smirk, Karnak squared his shoulders. "Anyway, things worked out well. Originally, I was planning to subtly reveal this at the Grenthal estate." This necromancy interference spell was based on a technique from the Dark Cult. Meaning, someone from the Dark Cult might recognize it. And what then? That''s actually a good thing. "It means they''re the culprit." If someone recognized it, that meant they either came from the past or were connected to it. "We can''t keep chasing after invisible enemies forever, can we?" The original plan was to discreetly drop hints while securing Hudel. However, the Evil Slaying Brigade had influence across the entire empire. The bait would be spread even more effectively this way. Karnak rubbed his neck and muttered, "We''ve been delayed a little, but in the end, things have worked out pretty well." They had rescued those in danger, built connections with the Evil Slaying Brigade, and earned greater recognition from the public. Doesn''t this seem like a rather decent way to live? "What do you think, Serati?" Karnak and Baros both looked at Serati like students waiting for their grades. With a wry smile, she nodded. "Surprisingly, it seems like you''ve really done well this time." *** Laficel was safe at the inn. "Welcome back, Lord Karnak!" "Yes, Laficel. Everything went well, I hope?" "Everyone treated me kindly!" That was only to be expected. Even though the world was in turmoil and leaving a young girl alone in a foreign land was dangerous, it had only been less than two days. Furthermore, they had paid the innkeeper extra to keep a close eye on her, and this was a fortress town with regular troops stationed. Besides, her guardians included a powerful aura user, a high-level mage, and a senior cleric¡ªif trouble arose despite all that? "In that case, there would definitely be something suspicious going on." "Exactly, there''d have to be some grand conspiracy for it to make sense." Even after reuniting with Laficel, they couldn''t leave Swindler Fortress right away. There were still matters to attend to. The recently captured members of the Evil Slaying Brigade and Alius were in no real danger. However, the members of the first witch-hunting expedition, who had been kidnapped a week earlier, were not in normal condition. While they didn''t seem to have any physical problems, mentally they were half-gone, likely due to eating the witch''s sweets for so long, and they had all plumped up noticeably. Considering what the true nature of those sweets might have been, they couldn''t just leave them as they were. So Alius was spending a day using divine spells to care for them in detail. Normally, this task would have fallen to Felix, the 2nd-rank inquisitor stationed at Swindler Fortress. However, Felix had also been captured and had plumped up like the rest of them. Alius sighed as he cast a divine spell on each of the people lying on the bed. "Whew... truly pitiful...." As he spoke, he paused, hesitant for a moment. Even though everyone was out of their minds, they were all smiling brightly. Even their skin was plump and oily. "...But they do look surprisingly happy, don''t they?" Karnak and the others, watching nearby, couldn''t help but chuckle. "Seems like they were well-fed." "That''s what the witch kept saying, wasn''t it? That she was going to fatten them up." "It''s a classic line from grandmothers everywhere." In any case, there didn''t seem to be any major issues. It looked like they''d be able to get up on their own in three or four days. In the meantime, Alius provided minor healing spells to other residents of the fortress as well. It was customary for clerics to offer the blessings of the goddesses as a gesture of gratitude when crossing the boundaries of an estate or nation. It wasn''t for no reason that Karnak and his party had passed so easily through the border gates. When foreign clerics appeared, people were happy to receive free healing, making it mutually beneficial. It wasn''t that Felix was particularly greedy. The 7 Goddesses Church simply had strict rules against providing free healing without cause. Once all the patients were stable, Karnak and his party were finally able to leave the fortress. "Ah, it was quite a busy time," Alius remarked, clicking his tongue as they rode their horses along the winding mountain path. "Come to think of it, what exactly was that witch''s true identity?" S§×arch* The N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Most traces of the witch''s existence had completely disappeared. As a result, the Evil Slaying Brigade seemed to be struggling to uncover the truth. "She didn''t even leave a body behind, so..." Karnak nodded. "Indeed, not even a body was left behind." And he smiled inwardly. ''I didn''t lie, after all.'' He subtly slipped his right hand into his coat. His fingertips brushed against a small, square object. It was a black, hexagonal cube with a surface that rippled like flowing shadows. ''She didn''t leave a body behind, that''s for sure.'' [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 114 - 113 Chapter 114: Chapter 113 As they crossed the mountain range, the season changed. White powder was gently falling from the sky. "Wow! It''s snowing, Serati unnie!" "Oh dear, we need to cross the mountain quickly." "If it piles up too much, it''ll be a real headache." The child enjoyed the sight with pure delight, while the adults frowned with concern. Fortunately, they were almost at the end of their journey over the mountain range. With chilled cheeks, they continued moving for another half day. Sunlight scattered across the white snow. Every time the wind blew, snowflakes dispersed into the air. The dry snow crunched with every step they took. Finally, a vast plain stretched out before them in the distance. A river running down from the mountain range split the land in two like a blade, flowing into an older river. On the right bank stood a stately, antique castle on a hill, while on the opposite side lay a sprawling village, connected to the castle by a large stone bridge. Their destination: the County of Grenthal. *** Currently, Karnak and his group''s official status was as Alius, a first-tier inquisitor of Hatoba, and his collaborators. They were concealing the fact that they belonged to the King''s Order of the Yustil Kingdom and were only posing as Darkness Hunters. Hunting the Empire''s cult was strictly the responsibility of the Evil Slaying Brigade, and their target, Hudel, was a noble of the Empire. But if the King''s Order were to take this matter into their own hands? It would become a serious international issue. They couldn''t openly discuss it or seek cooperation. Considering how much the Lacaenia Empire disregarded the Seven Kingdoms, it was obvious they wouldn''t even bother listening to such a request. Thus, the reason Karnak''s group presented when crossing the border was as follows: ¨CThe necromancer we were pursuing has shown his tracks in Kalat City in the western part of the Empire. We intend to collaborate with the Kalat Diocese of the Hatoba Order to apprehend him. It reminded Baros of the plan the King''s Order had used when hunting a vampire at the Count Brelant''s estate, which prompted him to express concern. "That method didn''t work too well, though." "They copied it poorly, that''s why," Alius explained. According to him, the method was originally that of the Church of the Seven Goddesses. Only, unlike the King''s Order, they weren''t foolish enough to seek cooperation from the suspects themselves. In any case, with this pretext, there wouldn''t be any suspicion. It was quite common for a necromancer on the run to cross borders to escape, and just as common for those who had lost family members to a necromancer to cross borders in pursuit, driven by a burning desire for revenge. And wasn''t there someone in their group who had lost their entire family to a necromancer? "Who would that be?" "Who else? Didn''t you lose your entire family to a necromancer, Lord Karnak?" "Ah, you mean me." "Why do you speak as if it''s someone else''s story...?" "I already finished my revenge, didn''t I? So I didn''t really think of it in that way." Though the conversation was somewhat suspicious, they managed to gloss over it without raising any alarms. So, under the guise of heading to Kalat City, they would secretly slip into the County of Grenthal. Afterward, they would find evidence that Hudel was part of the cult, report it to the Evil Slaying Brigade, and capture him together. Since this was a right granted to the Church of the Seven Goddesses, it wouldn''t cause any friction with the Empire. While they would have to hand over Hudel to the Evil Slaying Brigade, they could extract the necessary information in the meantime. For Karnak, that would be enough. ''After all, what I need is the information, not the person.'' *** After entering the Grenthal territory, Alius spoke to the group. "Well, I will head to the Saisha temple now." In the western part of the Empire, the Religious Order of Saisha, the Goddess of Wind, was prevalent, so there wasn''t a separate Hatoba temple. Therefore, to gather information on Hudel, they had to seek out the Saisha Religious Order. Baros asked, "Are we going to be working with the Saisha Religious Order from now on?" Since the County of Grenthal was a thriving territory situated along the major trade route between the Lacaenia Empire and the Alliance of the Seven Kingdoms, the influence of the Saisha temple here was considerable, with many inquisitors and Darkness Hunters under its command. His question was whether they would be receiving cooperation from them. Alius shook his head. "Officially, no." On the surface, Grenthal was a clean territory with no heretics or necromancers. Therefore, most of the Saisha inquisitors and Darkness Hunters stationed in the temple were dispatched elsewhere. Even Felix, the second-tier inquisitor they had met, was originally from this place. "Because of that, we can''t expect much support from those stationed at the temple right now, and..." Scratching his cheek awkwardly, Alius continued. "...To be frank, the Hatoba Religious Order and the Saisha Religious Order don''t exactly get along." The Church of the Seven Goddesses is a polytheistic religion that serves seven goddesses who uphold great laws. Though each religious order may worship a different goddess, it is still technically one religion. It''s like different noble factions under one king. And, just because they serve the same king doesn''t mean the nobles get along. In fact, they usually don''t. The Hatoba Religious Order is based in the Seven Kingdoms Alliance, while the Saisha Religious Order is based in the Lacaenia Empire. Although the Church of the Seven Goddesses transcends national borders, it''s hard to be completely free from worldly politics. As a result, relations between the two religious orders were quite strained. "Given that, it''s hard to expect full cooperation. And we can''t entirely trust the Saisha temple either." As with the case of Shutraff, the Cult of the Dark God has a history of infiltrating even high-ranking clergy. But on the surface, Grenthal is a very clean place. There are no heretics, no necromancers. The Saisha temple here, compared to other temples in the region, manages a large number of inquisitors and Darkness Hunters. If Hudel is indeed a heretic, how could the temple, with all its resources and abilities, fail to find any clues? "There''s a high chance that there''s a spy within the temple. Otherwise, it would be hard for them to avoid suspicion for this long¡ªof course, assuming that Count Hudel really is a heretic." Serati tilted her head. "Are you saying we might be mistaken?" "I''m not doubting you. If I doubted you, I wouldn''t have come this far with you, would I?" Alius shrugged. "But humans make mistakes, don''t they? If we''re going to accuse an Imperial noble of heresy, we need to be much more cautious than usual." "That''s true." So, they wouldn''t officially visit the Saisha temple. Instead, they would seek out Belton, a priest of the temple. He was an old friend of Alius'' superior, Eon, the northern diocese head of the Hatoba Religious Order in Yustil, and someone Alius trusted completely. The plan was to gather information on the situation in Grenthal through him. "I''ll disguise myself as a regular pilgrim and meet him secretly. If we all go together, we''ll be exposed, so I''ll go alone." After explaining the situation, Alius turned to leave. "Well then, I''ll be away for a while. In the meantime, find an inn and wait for me." For the record, this entire conversation took place among the adults, excluding Laficel. It wasn''t something they wanted a child to hear. From a distance, Laficel, too busy exploring the village, waved innocently. "Have a safe trip!" *** As befitting the county of Grenthal, a center of trade, the village near the castle had as many inns and taverns as any other city. It seemed like the village was on the verge of becoming an independent city, just like others, by paying taxes to the lord and purchasing self-governance rights. The inn where Karnak and his group settled was one of the most inconspicuous and average among the many available options. Even though Karnak was a complete food enthusiast, he wasn''t foolish enough to search for a place with good food in such a situation. That didn''t mean he had completely given up on the idea of enjoying good food, though. "Well, I can always buy food separately later." "Exactly. As long as there''s a bed, sleep doesn''t need to be fancy." After using fake names to secure their rooms, they ate their meal. Laficel, exhausted from crossing the mountain range, fell asleep immediately after eating. Despite her soul being that of the future Martial King, her body was still that of a young girl. After putting her to bed, Serati headed over to Karnak and Baros'' room. Upon entering, she found the two of them lightly drinking, with a bottle of local wine and a few slices of cheese on the table. Joining them, she took a sip of the wine and smiled warmly. "I''d heard this region''s wine was famous, and it really is." "It''s rare for you to openly enjoy food, Serati." "I do like alcohol." "Oh yeah, you do like drinking. Even if you''re not a fan of sweets." After finishing the remaining wine, Serati asked, "So, why did you call me?" Karnak glanced at the wall toward the next room and responded with a question. "Is Laficel definitely asleep?" "Yes." "Still, we should be cautious just in case." He gestured lightly in the air. A faint glowing pattern appeared, transforming into a magic circle, then dissolved into the air, spreading in all directions. It was a soundproof barrier. "Good. Now it''s just the three of us." Karnak pulled something out from inside his coat. "There''s something I need to check while Alius is away." Baros, looking at the black cube in Karnak''s hand, asked with curiosity. "What''s that?" "What does it look like?" "Uh, a black dice?" It had no markings on any of its sides, making it useless even for gambling. "Is it an unfinished dice or something?" Serati tilted her head in confusion. Karnak gently shook the black cube as he continued questioning them. "Don''t you sense anything from it?" "Is it related to necromancy, perhaps?" Karnak''s expression stiffened slightly. "...Why do you think that?" "Because it''s black." She said it as if it were no big deal. "When Lord Karnak carries something black, it''s usually related to that field." "You''re not saying that because you actually sense something, right?" S§×arch* The n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "No." Only then did Karnak let out a sigh of relief. "Phew, you gave me a scare for a moment." "Why?" "If you had sensed something, it would mean you detected something that even I couldn''t." Karnak placed the cube on the palm of his hand and spoke in a serious tone. "This was left behind by the Candy Witch." Both Baros and Serati''s eyes widened. "Huh?" "Didn''t the witch completely disappear?" They had all witnessed the witch burn away completely. Not only Karnak and Baros, but even those who had been trapped in the cage with them had seen it. But now, to think Karnak had secretly taken something in the middle of all that? Serati and Baros let out exclamations of disbelief. "My goodness, when did you even grab that? You''ve really got some sticky fingers." "As expected from our young master, no one can match you when it comes to sneaky side activities." "I didn''t show you this just to get nagged, you know?" Regardless, if the witch left this behind, it was bound to be no ordinary item. The two aura users focused their senses to detect any energy from it. But they grew even more puzzled. "This was really the witch''s item?" There was no sense of evil energy, malice, or any necromantic power that one would expect from such an object. Baros frowned in doubt. "Well, Dame Serati might not notice due to her lower sensitivity, but I''m quite familiar with dark energy, and I''m not sensing a thing." "...Sorry for my low sensitivity," Serati muttered. "No, that''s not what I meant..." Seeing Baros flustered, Karnak chuckled before continuing. "That''s why I said, if Serati could feel something I couldn''t, that would be an issue too." This wasn''t just some ordinary item left by the witch. "To be precise, it''s a corpse. But at the same time, it isn''t." The two of them looked even more confused. Karnak started rolling the black cube between his fingers. "That''s because it wasn''t human to begin with." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 115 - 114 Chapter 115: Chapter 114 The Candy Witch was, in many ways, fundamentally different from typical necromancers. How could her traces be so faint? How could she leave so little behind, no signs of evil energy or aura of malice? "And more importantly, how could she be that powerful?" Karnak held up a black cube. "This is the answer." Serati thought the witch might have been a case similar to Laficel. A future powerful being whose soul returned and entered the body of an old woman. "When you look at the way she fought, it doesn''t add up." In Laficel''s case, she was able to display such grandeur because she wielded the power she possessed with extraordinary skill. She was a master at maximizing minimal force to its utmost potential. But the Candy Witch wasn''t like that. "Necromancy itself is simple. It''s just a basic method of amplifying physical abilities using necromantic power." It''s just that the total amount of necromantic power was unimaginably vast. "If you compare it to me now... it''s about a thousand times more." Both Baros and Serati were shocked and asked again. "A thousand times?" "Then how did we win?" Karnak answered casually as if it was nothing special. "Because she handled necromantic power about ten thousand times worse than I do." It was the exact opposite of Laficel''s case. She was wildly swinging an immense power of darkness that had been absurdly compressed. "That''s why there was almost no trace of evil energy or aura of malice left behind." Because the necromantic power was so highly compressed, very little of it leaked out. But that also meant she couldn''t fully utilize her necromancy. That''s why the witch had no choice but to resort to such bizarre hand-to-hand combat. "But since the compressed darkness was so massive, everyone else was simply overwhelmed by it." "Can necromantic power really be compressed that much?" Suddenly,Baros raised his hand. "I remember, young master, you once said that was impossible." "That''s right. For a necromancer, it is impossible. Even if it were possible, it would be useless." Normally, necromancy is not about concentrating power. "You know how, in stories, when a Demon King exerts his power, there are earthquakes, storms, and lightning? That''s because the power is so unfocused that it leaks everywhere." Magic focuses on concentration, while necromancy emphasizes dispersion. Magic gathers vast amounts of energy into a single point to create immediate changes. That''s why magic has an image of intense concentration. On the other hand, necromancy spreads its power wide, subtly infiltrating and overtaking. Accumulation and dispersion are more critical than concentration in necromancy. "But this is fascinating. She managed to compress necromantic power to an extreme degree. I have no idea how she did it." "Not even you, young master?" "No." "Then it must be another cult technique. Either aura , magic (??), or divine power." "That''s the most likely, but nothing stands out." No aura, no magic, and no divine power can be detected. In fact, you can''t even feel the necromantic power. If Karnak hadn''t known it was left behind by the witch, he would have thought it was just an ordinary dice. Serati, who had been hearing the conversation between Karnak and Baros, cautiously asked. "So, the dice was inside the witch''s body, right?" "Huh? No." Karnak shook his head. "This is the witch." "Huh?" "I told you before, she wasn''t human." S§×arch* The N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. People had assumed that an ordinary old woman had absorbed the Darkness of Doom and become the Candy Witch. Lately, that''s how things have been happening. But if it had been a case of darkness being absorbed into a human body, no matter how high the necromantic power was, her physical abilities wouldn''t have been so enhanced. The human body couldn''t withstand that. "The truth is, the witch was the Darkness of Doom itself, compressed to an extreme degree." She wasn''t a necromancer, but rather the result of necromancy. Like Karnak''s evil spirits, she was a mass of darkness that followed pre-set commands. This part, Karnak was quite certain about. "I could tell from the Candy House." The witch''s necromantic power was so compressed that none of it leaked out. So, how did the candy house, that hellish fairy tale image, come to be? The answer is simple: "The witch didn''t create it." The witch, too, was a part of the fairy tale. That''s why she had such an unrealistic appearance, like an old woman from a story, and her dialogue was equally bizarre. "I think someone projected the collective unconscious of children onto the Darkness of Doom. There''s necromancy like that, although it''s not really my style." The witch hadn''t conjured up the fairy tale image. Someone else had conjured the fairy tale image around the witch. And what this meant was... "There''s information about the person who did all this inside this cube." *** Serati quietly nodded. She felt like she had a rough understanding of the situation. "But why did you call us here?" Suddenly, Karnak sighed and held out the black cube. "I want to extract the information from this." It wasn''t just the information. Since it contained such a massive amount of necromantic power, absorbing it would also grant great power. "To do that, I need to dismantle it slowly and absorb it." However, this black cube was an extremely compressed mass of necromantic power. It was so compressed that no evil energy or aura of malice was leaking out. Karnak continued, almost as if he were complaining. "It''s too solid. No matter how much I try to melt it, it doesn''t react at all." It was like trying to scratch a diamond with a fingernail. Naturally, there wasn''t even a speck coming off. "The only thing that worked, even just a little, was chaos power. I couldn''t extract any information, but at least it made a tiny scratch." It seemed that an energy different from necromantic power worked better. That''s why he was asking Baros to give it a try with aura. "Ah, I see." Baros took the cube and wrapped his right hand in a red aura. He channeled the aura and attempted various things. Watching him, Serati asked. "Since you have Sir Baros, why did you call for me?" "Baros isn''t my subject anymore. I thought maybe I could control it indirectly through a subject''s soul." Karnak then also tried channeling necromantic power into the cube again through Serati''s soul. But the result was still disappointing. "Ah, it''s no use." "Same here, young master." "Do we need to find another method?" "How did the one who created that witch even use this? You can''t even use it, young master." "Isn''t that exactly what we''re trying to figure out right now?" Clicking his tongue, Karnak returned the cube to his pocket. "I''ll store it safely for now." It looked like he was simply putting it in his clothes, but that wasn''t the case. A small space opened between his garments, and he stored the cube inside that space. Seeing this, Serati asked a question. "Oh my, what was that?" "Huh? It''s an illusory space." "Is it like a mage''s subspace pouch?" "Similar. But it''s more like a necromancer''s subspace pouch." "My goodness! Isn''t that a 9th-circle spell?" In shock, she widened her eyes. A subspace pouch is a magical space that can store several items with the volume of roughly a cow. Time doesn''t pass within the subspace, and the weight of the items disappears as well, making it incredibly useful in many ways. With a bitter smile, Karnak responded. "The illusory space is much easier to use. Its storage capacity is also far larger." Compared to the subspace pouch, which is a 9th-circle ultimate spell, the illusory space doesn''t require such a high level of necromancy. In terms of difficulty, it''s roughly equivalent to a 6th-circle spell in magic. Even so, it can hold dozens of times more items than the subspace pouch. Feeling frustrated, Serati raised her voice. "With such a convenient magic, why did you make me carry everything?" As she spoke, something felt odd. ''Wait a minute, weren''t these guys carrying stuff too?'' Besides, it wasn''t like Karnak to hold back from showing off. "Well, there''s a serious drawback to the illusory space." The two of them sighed. "If you store food in it, it all rots." "Not just food. Even clothes get tainted with evil energy and an aura of malice." "And if you put a living creature in there, it comes out as a corpse." "So, I''ve only used it to carry catalysts and reagents related to necromancy." "Didn''t you mostly store corpses in there before, young master? And a heap of skeletons too." "I don''t live the way I used to, so I purposely didn''t bring any of that along." In other words, you can''t really put any normal items in it. Disappointed, Serati remarked. "It''s surprisingly useless." "Exactly. It was pretty handy back when I was a necromancer, though." After closing the illusory space, Karnak picked up his wine glass again. "Well, until Alius gets back, let''s finish our drinks." This, too, couldn''t be stored in the illusory space. "Since carrying it would be a hassle, we''d better just drink it now." *** It was late at night when Alius returned to the inn. "I''ve gotten a general understanding of the situation here through Priest Belton." First of all, their target, Count Hudel, was currently absent from his territory. Karnak and Baros frowned. "He left the territory?" "Wasn''t this supposed to be the period when he stays here?" Like most nobles, Hudel alternated between spending time in the imperial capital, Thea Crahan, and his own estate. However, there was something different about Hudel compared to other nobles¡ªhe traveled between the two places far too frequently. Typically, nobles spend spring and summer in the capital, return to their estates during the autumn harvest season, celebrate the New Year there, and then head back to Thea Crahan once spring arrives. Hudel, on the other hand, made the trip back and forth almost every two months. Because of this unusually short interval, Karnak''s group had timed their journey to coincide with his return to the estate. "But if he''s left the territory, then our schedule is messed up, right?" "Not exactly. It seems he''s just delayed by about half a month." "Well, that''s a relief." In any case, Count Hudel Grenthal had no formal accusations of being part of a cult. "But it seems Priest Belton has been suspicious for quite some time now." The Grenthal estate itself appeared spotless. Having lost his parents and family to necromancers, Hudel governed his territory with great vigilance, ensuring that no sinister figures could set foot in Grenthal County. "That''s not particularly surprising. It''s just proof that Count Hudel is competent." However, in the neighboring Baron Ralcade''s territory, Kalat City, and Aolin''s territory, cultists had been far more active than in other regions of the empire. The problem was that these cultists were incredibly elusive. Even when they were tracked down, they always severed ties and disappeared, with their leaders vanishing without a trace. No one could figure out where they were hiding. "Priest Belton believes that the Grenthal estate is the most likely place they''re hiding." Baron Ralcade''s territory lies to the east of Grenthal, Aolin''s territory to the south, and Kalat City is situated at the center of the three. In other words, the Grenthal estate was perfectly positioned for cultists, whose identities had been compromised, to escape to. If everything around you is a sea of blood, yet one place remains peaceful, what does that imply? "He''s definitely the culprit." However, it seemed they couldn''t do anything just yet, as evidence either vanished naturally or was impossible to find. "Not just Priest Belton, but other priests also suspect that Count Hudel has spies within the Saisha Temple." Now that they had gathered this information, it was time to cross-check it. Alius spoke. "Starting tomorrow, we''ll begin investigating the village. If there are any cultists here, they must have left some traces behind. That''s where we''ll start." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 116 - 115 Chapter 116: Chapter 115 The next day, Karnak''s group wandered around the village. They pretended to be ordinary passersby, eavesdropping on people''s conversations or acting as if they were shopping while subtly inquiring about the atmosphere of the town. At the same time, they checked for any traces of darkness. Once again, Laficel waited quietly at the inn. It was a cold winter day, with her breath visibly escaping in puffs of white mist. "Hiya!" A gray-haired girl swung a wooden sword in the inn''s backyard. -If you want to get stronger, you have to train diligently and consistently every day. -Yes, Serati unnie! Though it was just basic horizontal, vertical, and diagonal slashes, her posture was remarkably clean and precise. A few passing merchants, noticing her, admired how well she had mastered the fundamentals for someone her age. "Wow, the young girl''s got some skill." "She''ll be quite a strong swordswoman when she grows up." In truth, the merchants simply lacked the sharp eye to recognize it, but she was already at a level where she could overpower most adult warriors. As long as you eat well, sleep well, and move diligently, anyone can grow strong unless they are exceptionally weak. And she was a natural genius, so how much more so for her? The frail figure from when they first met was nowhere to be seen now. She had gained a healthy amount of weight, giving her a cute appearance while her body had become sleek and toned. If Serati was a mature lioness, she was like a young, growing leopard cub. "Hup! Hiya! Taaah!" She was in the middle of her diligent sword practice when suddenly, Laficel puffed out her cheeks. "Tch..." While she appreciated her dedication and desire to become stronger, a sense of dissatisfaction was beginning to grow. It was a common frustration for any young person. ''Why does Lord Karnak keep leaving me out? I could be of help too!'' *** That evening, Karnak was sharing the information they had gathered with Baros and Serati. Alius had gone to meet with the priest Belton again to gather additional information, so only the three of them were in the room. In the midst of their discussion, someone knocked on the door. Knock, knock, knock. Karnak quickly dispelled the soundproof barrier before asking, "Who is it?" A cute voice replied, "It''s Laficel." The three exchanged puzzled glances. [What could Laficel want?] [No idea.] [Well, she''s here, so we should let her in.] Laficel entered the room, glancing around nervously before speaking cautiously. "...Excuse me, Lord Karnak." "What''s the matter?" "When you''re out scouting for the cultists, could you take me with you?" Serati, startled, asked, "How do you know about that?" Karnak''s group had never told Laficel what they were doing in the Grenthal territory. They had just told her that the adults had important tasks, so she should wait patiently. "I overheard Priest Alius discussing it with someone not too long ago." "That wasn''t something you could''ve heard." "I know." Still looking nervous, Laficel answered, "So I strained to hear it." "What?" For a moment, Serati wore a blank expression. How does straining your ears make you hear better? "Isn''t that how it works?" Laficel asked in confusion. "When you strain your arms, they get stronger, and when you strain your legs, they get stronger too, right?" she continued, speaking as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "So, if you strain your eyes, your vision improves, and if you strain your ears, your hearing improves. Isn''t that right?" It was only then that Baros and Serati realized what Laficel was talking about. [Technically, she''s not wrong.] [True...] Aura users can enhance their physical abilities through aura¡ªnot just strength, endurance, or reflexes, but also senses like vision, hearing, and even smell can be heightened if aura is applied properly. It wasn''t far-fetched since Serati herself could do the same thing. ''Now that I think about it, didn''t Laficel say "have a safe trip" when Mr. Alius left?'' That was something she couldn''t have said without knowing the purpose of Alius'' visit. At that time, Laficel must have enhanced her hearing to listen to a conversation from far away. And this means... [Is Laficel using aura?] No matter if her soul is that of a future Martial King, how could she use aura without actually having any? [It sounds absurd, doesn''t it?] But Baros gave a wry smile. [Actually, now that I think about it, it makes sense.] Everyone had been mistaken, thinking that Laficel would awaken her aura soon after some training. But that wasn''t the case. [She''s already awakened, hasn''t she?] She just didn''t have any stored aura yet, so it hadn''t been noticeable until now. [However, since aura is tied to life force, any living being must have at least a small amount of aura.] Aura builds up over time, and once it accumulates enough, it bursts out like an explosion, making it possible to control. This is what aura users refer to as an "awakening." When someone becomes highly skilled at controlling their aura over a long time, they can even manipulate the most subtle forms of life force, entering the domain of a master. Laficel''s soul had already been shaped into that of a martial artist decades ago. In terms of instinct and perception, she had long since surpassed the realm of a master. Her body simply wasn''t trained enough, meaning she had too little aura to draw from. And because she had lost her memories, she could only use it subconsciously. Sear?h the n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. [I may have just figured out how to control my own aura, but Laficel is in a different situation entirely.] [So that''s why Lord Karnak always sets up the soundproof barrier when talking in secret around her.] Serati was starting to fully realize just how monstrous the girl standing before them was. Seeing everyone''s serious expressions, Laficel started to get scared. "Did I do something wrong?" "No, you did well. But don''t talk about this in front of others, okay?" "Why?" Serati hesitated for a moment. Laficel was an extraordinary existence who surpassed common sense, so drawing attention from others could be dangerous. But how could she explain this naturally? "Have you heard of secret sword techniques passed down within families, Laficel?" "Yes." "It''s similar to that. A martial artist''s skills shouldn''t be carelessly revealed to others." "Oh, I see!" This was common knowledge, so Laficel accepted it without any trouble. Karnak, observing, couldn''t help but be impressed. [Oh! Serati''s getting better at lying!] [I wasn''t trying to get better at this!] Serati retorted, glaring at him. [So, what are you going to do now?] After a moment of thought, Karnak''s eyes gleamed. [It might not be a bad idea to bring her along.] In the future, Laficel was a hero of humanity, fighting against the Death King. This meant she had more experience facing necromancy than anyone else. Of course, she now only retained a fraction of that ability... [Even with just that, her instincts are probably sharper than most clerics or necromancers.] Karnak nodded in agreement. "Laficel, from tomorrow onward, you''ll come with us." Laficel smiled joyfully. "Yes, Lord Karnak!" *** From the second day onward, Laficel joined the group in their village investigations. A large group walking around together tends to attract attention, so today, Alius and Baros formed one team, while Karnak, Serati, and Laficel formed another. Unfortunately, despite Laficel''s presence, they didn''t uncover any signs of evil energy or aura of malice that they had missed the previous day. Life doesn''t work that conveniently, after all. However, they did find unexpected help in an area they hadn''t considered. "What a cute young girl. Is she your sister?" Bringing a child along significantly lowered the merchants'' wariness. Even when asking various questions about the world, people didn''t seem suspicious. Thanks to that, they were able to gather a wide range of information. During their investigations, they also came across fascinating items that were rarely seen in the Seven Kingdoms. "Oh my!" They were pretending to browse items in a general store when Serati''s eyes sparkled as she held up a sword. "Is this really a Dwarven sword?" The shopkeeper, with pride in his voice, responded, "We also have clothes made from Elven fabric. All of these are rare items brought from the East." Karnak peeked over. "What''s the big deal? Is it that amazing?" "Of course! Elven fabric and a Dwarven longsword..." She knew that the fairy races, like the Elves and Dwarves, lived in the far east of the continent. But she had never seen them. The immense presence of the Lakenia Empire blocked most interactions, so it was extremely rare for anything from those races to reach the Seven Kingdoms Alliance. Occasionally, items like Elven-made clothes, jewels, or Dwarven swords would cross the Barakant Mountain Range, but these were so rare that only high-ranking nobles could afford them as luxury goods. Serati came from Derat City, a provincial town in the Kingdom of Yustil. She had never seen a fairy race or even an item made by them. "Should I buy one...?" Karnak stopped her. [Forget it.] [Why?] [Because it''s fake.] [How do you know?] [I can tell just by looking. Even the cheapest Dwarven sword would cost at least 10 times more than this.] His words came from someone who had traveled across the continent and even conquered parts of it. He was highly trustworthy. "Ugh..." Disappointed, Serati put the sword back. Karnak glanced at some adventurer''s travel gear and cloaks nearby and muttered absentmindedly, "At least the underwear''s actually made from Elven fabric." "Oh, is this one real?" "The only ones who can work with Moonlight Silk are the Elves." Underwear made from Moonlight Silk was infamous for its absurd price, comparable to high-grade armor. However, Serati''s finances were in pretty good shape now. With the salary from Karnak and the income from the King''s Order, she had plenty to spare. "I''m buying it!" She smiled brightly and headed to the clothing corner. Karnak, who was watching from the side, asked calmly. "Is it really worth spending that much on underwear? It''s something you wear under your clothes." "Typical men..." Serati clicked her tongue. But she didn''t bother trying to convince him. It was obvious he wouldn''t understand. "And we need to get something for Laficel too." Laficel''s eyes sparkled with excitement, showing her agreement. "Thank you, Serati unnie!" With that, the two women eagerly began picking out underwear, their eyes alight with enthusiasm. Karnak finally seemed to grasp the situation, nodding to himself. [Ah, Serati really knows how to live well. She''s probably showering Laficel with favors now so that when her memories return, she''ll be less likely to turn on us, right?] [...That''s not it!] Serati responded internally, annoyed. *** That evening, as they shared the information they had gathered, Alius let out a sigh. "We''ll have to keep investigating, but so far, we haven''t found anything suspicious." Since Hudel had become the lord, the Grenthal territory had been consistently peaceful. There had been no sightings of cultists or necromancers, no mysterious disappearances, no unexplained deaths, not even outbreaks of plagues or attacks by monsters. It was just an ordinary, bloodless, deathless territory. The fact that it was so peaceful, especially compared to the surrounding lands, was suspicious, but it could also be seen as evidence of Hudel''s competence as a lord. "Indeed, if there were anything odd, Priest Belton would''ve mentioned it." Karnak nodded in agreement at Alius''s explanation. "We found the same thing." Thanks to bringing Laficel along, they had been able to gather more detailed information from the merchants and common folk. But the contents were similar to what Alius had reported. Everyone only expressed their gratitude to Count Hudel for ruling the land so peacefully. "Which is exactly why I found something suspicious." Though he had gathered the same information, Karnak had drawn a different conclusion. "This territory is too peaceful." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 117 - 116 Chapter 117: Chapter 116 Gallant Mountain, one of the branches of the Barakant Mountain Range, was located west of the Grenthal territory. Due to the rugged terrain and the frequent appearances of monsters, it was a place rarely visited by humans outside the established trade routes. Even brave hunters and the tough lumberjacks who led harsh lives dared not venture this far. Amid this treacherous mountain, five men and women were walking. There was a black-haired young man wearing a mage''s robe, a priest in his twenties dressed in priest robes, a man and woman in heavy armor, and even a young girl with ash-colored hair, lightly armored and with a longsword strapped to her waist. This was the well-armed group led by Karnak. This time, Laficel was with them too. As they walked, Alius whispered to Serati. "Are you sure about this?" This mission wasn''t a simple journey. They were chasing an imperial noble suspected of being a cultist, making it a dangerous task with unpredictable situations. Until now, they had always kept Laficel away from combat situations. But for some reason, this time, Karnak had allowed her to accompany them. "Isn''t this too dangerous for someone so young...?" Serati responded calmly. "Laficel is my disciple. A warrior cannot remain in safe places forever." Alius still looked concerned. "I understand that, but..." The way a mentor trains their disciple is their domain, and it''s considered a great insult for an outsider to interfere. Moreover, it was common for knights to take their squires along on their duties. So, strictly speaking, there was no issue. Yes, no issue at all, but... ''Didn''t she say it''s been less than two months since she took her as a disciple? How much swordsmanship could she possibly have learned in that time?'' It wasn''t just Laficel that he was worried about. What if they were hindered because of her, putting the rest of the group in danger? Serati''s response to this was firm. "Both life and death are hers to bear, and as her teacher, it is my responsibility. There''s no need for you to worry, Mr. Alius." "...Understood." If this had been Alius''s mission, he never would have allowed it. But this was led by Karnak. Although publicly, it was said that they were Alius''s collaborators, in truth, Alius was cooperating with a mission from the King''s Order. Since Karnak had permitted Laficel''s participation, he had no choice but to trust his judgment. ''Yes, Dame Serati isn''t someone who would act so irresponsibly.'' Convinced, Alius returned his focus to the mountainous landscape ahead. It was a vast terrain of steep valleys, covered with beautiful forests. The view was stunning. "So then..." He turned around and confirmed once more. "You''re saying it''s highly likely that the cultists are hiding somewhere around here, right?" *** As Karnak observed Grenthal County, there was one thing that struck him as strange. "It''s far too peaceful." At first glance, there seemed to be no problems. A peaceful territory was a good thing, after all. However, even with a little thought, something about it felt off. "Why is it so peaceful?" In Karnak''s territory, Jestarad Barony, which bordered the Wild North, monsters frequently invaded from the Zeden Mountains. During the reign of the previous lord, the citizens constantly suffered from monster attacks. It wasn''t until a copper mine was discovered, making the barony wealthy, that the situation improved. With better equipment for knights and soldiers, hunting monsters became relatively easier, and the citizens could live in peace. The situation in Grenthal County was similar. Located near Gallant Mountain, a branch of the Barakant Mountain Range, it too had suffered frequent monster attacks in the past. The attacks stopped after Count Hudel became lord. It was said that Hudel managed the territory with remarkable skill, bringing peace to the people. "This is rather strange." There hadn''t been any reports of people going missing? That could be possible, if the lord was managing the territory well. No mysterious deaths? That, too, made sense, as it was a matter of maintaining order. But what about the monsters? Every citizen said the same thing¡ªthat since Hudel became lord, Grenthal County had not been attacked by monsters. "How does one govern a territory so that monsters don''t attack? Did this capable lord engage in diplomacy with the monsters?" If they had simply prepared well and repelled the invading monsters, that would indeed be a testament to his skill. But to prevent monsters from attacking altogether? That wasn''t a matter that could be solved with competence alone. "And one of the specialties of necromancers is controlling monsters." Of course, this was all just baseless speculation for now. There wasn''t enough to accuse Hudel of collaborating with cultists yet. "But it''s worth investigating." If the suspicion turned out to be wrong, they''d only waste a few days. There would be no real loss. But if there truly were cultists hiding here... "They might have some rather useful information to share." *** After another half-day of travel, the group had ventured deep into Gallant Mountain. As they looked around the dense forest, Alius muttered, "We need to find where the monsters are nesting." They would locate the nest, exterminate the monsters, and then look for any traces of necromancy. If a necromancer was involved, there would surely be some sign left behind. Karnak voiced his disagreement with Alius''s plan. "Won''t that take too long?" The forest was so rugged that finding the nest wouldn''t be easy. There were spells, like the Observer spell that allowed the summoning of a reconnaissance orb, but even that would be ineffective. Viewing from the sky wouldn''t help since monsters didn''t build obvious structures, making it hard to distinguish their habitat from the surrounding environment until they got up close. "I''m thinking of luring the monsters to us instead." One way to hunt monsters was to disguise themselves as unarmed travelers or woodcutters to draw them in. Alius shook his head. "That would take just as long." Monsters didn''t immediately appear just because a human entered their territory. If that were the case, monster hunting would be much easier. When a large group of humans, like an army, entered their territory, the monsters hid quietly. However, they didn''t always underestimate smaller groups. When humans entered their territory, monsters typically observed them first. Only when they were sure they could win would they strike. People often assumed monsters acted like berserkers, attacking recklessly. But in reality, they were much more cautious, similar to wild animals. More accurately, the reckless ones were dead, leaving only the cautious monsters alive. "If we wait for them to attack, it could take three or four days." "That won''t be the case," Karnak said with a sly smile. "We have excellent bait." *** According to the teachings of the Church of the Seven Goddesses, this world was created under the breath of the seven goddesses, and three special races were given the authority to rule over it. These races were the dragons, humans, and fairies. However, the forces of darkness invaded this world, and their wicked power tainted the goddesses'' beautiful creation, giving birth to foul beings. These creatures became known as monsters. In a shadowy forest deep in a mountain valley. There were several huts, blending seamlessly with the natural surroundings. They were far too eco-friendly in design to be called houses. These huts were the nest of a group of Stone Orcs, which resided in Gallant Mountain. Monsters, the servants of darkness, could be classified into three major types: humanoid, beast, and formless. The Stone Orcs were categorized as humanoid monsters. Though shorter than humans, their bodies were bulkier. There''s a saying that humans are like hairless monkeys, but orcs truly resembled apes stripped of their fur in appearance. From across the forest, an orc came running toward the nest, shouting a warning. "Kaaaak!" Roughly translated, it meant, ''Humans have appeared!'' A large orc with gray, cracked skin roared back. "Kraaa!" That roughly translated to, ''Quiet down! Report calmly!'' After snapping at the other orc, the chieftain of Stone Orcs pondered for a moment. Human belongings were highly useful, which is why the Stone Orcs frequently raided human settlements. However, recently, they had been unable to do so. The ''terrifying one'' had not permitted it. But now, humans had appeared in the mountains? Could they raid these humans? It seemed like it might be allowed. The ''terrifying one'' had only forbidden raids on human settlements. There hadn''t been any orders not to catch humans who entered the mountains. Still, it was dangerous to lower their guard. Among humans, sometimes there were those terrifying individuals who could wipe out dozens of orcs by themselves. The ones with the shiny swords, the ones who shot fire from their hands, and the ones who muttered things to the sky and brought down lightning. That''s why, when humans entered their territory, careful handling was required. The orc chieftain shouted. "Kraaa!" It was a question¡ªwhat kind of humans had appeared? The orc who brought the news yelled back. "Kaaaak!" It''s just a small girl. But she was decked out in a lot of high-quality human gear. The Stone Orcs'' eyes gleamed. A young human was easy prey. A young human girl was even easier. And human clothes, armor, and swords¡ªevery orc wanted them. It had been a long time since luck had smiled upon them. "Kaka!" "Kraaa!" The orcs moved all at once. Even though their opponent was just a single young human girl, they charged in a mass. It wasn''t out of fear of the girl, but to ensure ownership of the spoils. "Kaa!" One of the Stone Orcs shouted, meaning, ''Whoever strikes first gets the prize!'' But the chieftain''s roar quickly drowned it out. "Kraaaah!" Which roughly meant, ''Anyone who strikes before me dies!'' *** Deep within the thick forests of Gallant Mountain. A young girl walked between the bare winter trees. She was equipped with a rather impressive-looking longsword at her waist and wore a stylish set of light armor. Hidden behind rocks, the Stone Orcs observed the girl. They soon relaxed. They needed to be cautious with fully grown humans. Adult men or women could sometimes be so strong that they could wipe out an entire orc group on their own. That''s why, even if a human appeared unarmed or was just a woodcutter with an axe, the orcs had to be careful. But this human girl was no bigger than a goblin, still not fully grown. A human that young couldn''t possibly be strong, no matter how good her sword or armor was. The orcs charged out at once. "Kraaaaah!" Dozens of orcs rushed at the young girl, surrounding her in an instant. There were no threats or introductions. When a bandit threatens, it''s to avoid unnecessary conflict and achieve their goal. But monsters, whose ultimate pleasure was spilling human blood, had no reason to avoid a fight. The chieftain, at the front of the charge, raised his club and roared. "Kakakaka!" Which roughly translated to, ''This one''s mine!'' And that was his final word. Flash! A gleam of light, and the orc''s head spun in the air, rotating three times. A spray of blood formed a pretty spiral in the sky before falling to the ground with a splatter. The charging orcs froze in their tracks. "Kek?" "Kaa?" It was a scene that made no sense to them. A Stone Orc''s neck bones were much tougher than a human''s. They weren''t something that could be cut through so easily. Moreover, the chieftain was at least two heads taller than the human girl. No matter how much she swung her sword, she shouldn''t have even been able to reach him. Yet, as she drew her sword, she leaped into the air, meeting the orc''s eye level, and with a lightning-fast strike, decapitated the chieftain! "Kakaka!" "Kraaa!" The orcs panicked, retreating in confusion. Roughly translated to cries like, ''Young human girls are supposed to be weak!'' and ''Why is this one so strong?'' The ash-haired girl elegantly swung her sword to flick off the blood and shouted. "Lord Karnak! They took the bait!" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] S§×ar?h the Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Chapter 118 - 117 Chapter 118: Chapter 117 Dozens of ice pillars formed in midair and came crashing down to the ground. Boom! Boom! Boom boom boom! A large ice barrier broadly surrounded the Stone Orcs. A group of humans walked out from between the pillars. A black-haired young man holding a wand sneered as he looked at the orcs. "Wow, didn''t expect them to take the bait this quickly." A blonde knight clad in heavy armor shrugged his shoulders. "Right? I thought we''d have to cast the bait and wait for at least an hour." From the opposite side, a red-haired beauty and a young priest also revealed themselves. "Well done, Laficel." Laficel blushed shyly at Serati''s praise. S§×ar?h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Alius admired as he looked at the headless orc chieftain. "I thought it was too dangerous no matter what, but I guess I was wrong." This was why Karnak had insisted on bringing Laficel along. The tactic of deliberately disguising a powerful warrior as weak and luring monsters was already widely known. Monsters wouldn''t drop their guard if the opponent seemed like an adult. But if it was a child, they would charge in without hesitation. It was a guaranteed way to save time. The problem, of course, was that the child used as bait would be put in extreme danger, but Serati was clearly not an irresponsible teacher. "Now I understand why you brought that child. She has got quite some skill." To be honest, her skill was almost too impressive. "I never thought she would reach that level in such a short time." No matter how you looked at it, this was not the movement of a child who had only trained in martial arts for a couple of months. Even if they''d received the best education in a noble household from the age of five or six, it was questionable whether they could reach this level. Serati also responded naturally, as she had expected to be suspected. "The kid''s naturally talented. When you''ve got the talent, you grow quickly, don''t you?" In hindsight, it made sense. Karnak, who had been a 4th Circle mage when they last parted ways, was now a 6th Circle mage, and Baros had also become a full-fledged aura user. And yet, it didn''t feel strange. Somehow, with them, it seemed like that level of progress was only natural. ''Well, I guess having a good teacher makes that possible.'' Alius himself had learned holy spells in just a few days, so he accepted it without much thought. It was the frustrating common understanding that only geniuses share. At any rate, now all that was left was to deal with the orcs and check for any signs of the cultists. Karnak''s group had blocked all sides of the orcs. The surrounded orcs began growling, raising their stone axes and clubs. "Graaaah!" "Kyaaak!" One particularly large Stone Orc stepped forward. He was the second-in-command of the group. With the chieftain dead, he was now the leader. The new chieftain raised his massive stone axe high above his head and let out a grand roar. "Roooaaar!" ''I''m the chieftain now! Follow me!'' was what it meant. And then, his head flew off. Boom! Shattered skull fragments scattered through the air. In just three seconds of becoming the new chieftain, he had to surrender his spot to the third-in-command. Pointing his finger, Karnak muttered indifferently. "Climbing this mountain made me hungry. Let''s finish this quickly and get lunch." *** Red hair fluttered in the wind. Like a crane extending its body straight and swiftly diving like a swallow, Serati charged into the midst of the orcs. "Hyaah!" Her red aura sword left a trail of light. It was the light of division, slicing through everything it touched. Orc blood spurted out in succession. "Guh!" "Graaagh!" Laficel''s eyes sparkled at the awe-inspiring sight of Serati cutting down Stone Orcs one after another. It was a remarkably splendid and beautiful sword technique. ''Wow, Serati unnie is so cool!'' In contrast, Baros'' swordsmanship was plain. He took a single, steady step forward and thrust his sword with simplicity. His body''s center remained as solid as a mountain, never wavering. His arms flowed like a storm over the mountain peaks, wielding his sword with calm precision¡ªstriking, blocking, and slashing. Laficel looked at both and pondered. ''Oh no, I think oppa''s swordsmanship is better than unnie''s.'' Serati''s swordsmanship was undeniably impressive. But Baros'' technique was excellent. ''I want to imitate oppa''s style...'' However, she was Serati''s disciple. Wouldn''t it be disrespectful to copy Baros? ''What should I do?'' After a brief moment of hesitation, Laficel found a compromise. ''It wouldn''t be disrespectful if I imitated both, right?'' Gripping her sword firmly, she stepped forward. An orc charged at her, targeting her. "Hiyah!" With a cute shout, she used the elasticity of her whole body to propel herself. Twisting in midair, she unleashed a series of slashes. Her flowery, dazzling swordsmanship struck the orc''s vital points with precision. "Guh-huh!" After instantly severing the orc''s breath, Laficel landed steadily without faltering. It was thanks to maintaining her body''s center as firmly as a mountain. She had merged Baros'' steady swordsmanship with Serati''s flashy techniques, creating a sword style of her own. ''Success!'' With great teachers, she had learned excellent techniques. Feeling grateful, Laficel once again launched herself into the fight. Orcs'' screams began to echo around her. Serati''s eyes widened as she watched the scene. ''I never taught her that!'' It wasn''t a matter of what she had or hadn''t taught. This was swordsmanship of a higher level that Serati hadn''t even touched. ''Unbelievable...'' From stillness to movement, from movement to stillness. Standing firm like a mountain, flowing like a river, fluttering like a flower, then striking like lightning. ''That''s the perfected form of Tascal Swordsmanship!'' Tascal Swordsmanship was the style Serati had mastered and was currently teaching Laficel. But it couldn''t be said that Laficel knew the full technique. Right now, she was only teaching her the basics, which are quite similar across different sword schools. [Has Laficel perhaps practiced Tascal Swordsmanship in a past life?] [Who knows.] Even Baros didn''t keep track of every sword technique she might have learned. But even if she hadn''t learned it, it wasn''t all that strange. [That''s just a milestone everyone passes once they''ve trained in swordsmanship.] To be frank, Baros could do the same. He was just fighting with basic moves for practice right now. By top-tier standards, this was just an ordinary skill. [So, does that mean...] Serati''s voice grew gloomy. [My ultimate move is just an ordinary slash for her?] A deep sense of discouragement overwhelmed her, and she let out a sigh. Baros chuckled and comforted her. [It''s normal to feel down when you cross swords with her. Even I, and other Martial Kings, have felt the same way.] Baros and the other Martial Kings were stronger, but they could never quite match that unique battle sense of hers. [Don''t worry about it. Just keep learning from her. We did the same.] [...Really?] Hearing that even the other Martial Kings had gone through the same thing made Serati feel a bit better. Swallowing her pride, Serati focused on Laficel''s movements. ''Ah, so that''s how you do it?'' Serati herself had been talented enough to awaken aura at a young age. She wasn''t on par with the Martial Kings, but she had still been considered a genius in her own right. Moreover, she was still in the physical and mental stages of growth. Identifying her shortcomings, Serati found herself learning quite a bit. As she became aware of her weaknesses, her movements became more refined and graceful. "Hyaaah!" Watching her, Laficel thought to herself. ''Unnie is demonstrating the Ascension Swordsmanship!'' Surely, since she had been following her so well, her teacher was now showing her a more advanced level of swordsmanship. As expected, Serati was an excellent teacher. With a heart full of gratitude, Laficel watched and learned even more intently. ''Swordsmanship is something you steal from your teacher, right?'' Serati had never said such a thing, and Laficel didn''t know where she had picked it up from, but in any case, her movements became even more precise and delicate. She read and predicted every movement of the orcs, even understanding the flow and trajectory of their strength as she pierced them with her sword. Completely reading all of their moves, the battle began to look more like a performance than a real fight. The orcs'' death cries echoed all around. "Graaaaah!" "Guh!" "Argh!" And so, the two disciples diligently swung their swords while observing each other. The teacher taught the disciple, and the disciple taught the teacher. It was truly a beautiful teacher-disciple relationship. Well, aside from the minor issue that one side had far too much to learn from the other. As Serati frantically tried to keep up with Laficel''s movements, she inwardly cried out. ''Teacher! The pace is too fast!'' *** Under the overwhelming power of the group, the Stone Orcs continued to fall. At this point, no matter how ferocious the monsters were, it was normal for them to lose their will to fight. Monsters don''t have the concept of surrender, so their only remaining option was to flee. But even that wasn''t possible. Karnak and Alius had them thoroughly cornered. As the orcs turned to flee, Karnak cast a spell, aiming at their retreating backs. "O light of suppression, envelop my enemies, Hold Person!" Ropes of light formed and wrapped around the fleeing orcs'' bodies. Bound and collapsed, they struggled in vain before being cut down by the incoming blades. Hold Person doesn''t specifically mean it only works on humans. The spell sent ropes of light vertically to bind the bodies, and it was mainly used on bipedal creatures, which is why it had that name. For quadrupedal creatures, there was a separate spell called Hold Beast, which cast the light horizontally. On the other side, Alius was reciting a holy prayer. "Hatoba, use your authority upon the guilty and bring them to their knees." Waves of sound spread across the battlefield. The fleeing orcs froze in place. "Guh!" "Wha...?" In the end, the last orc fell. One of the orcs muttered its final curse in a faint voice. "...Krakaak..." The dying words meant, ''Damn it! I knew today was going too well.'' Alius drew upon his divine power as he surveyed the scattered orc corpses. "Let me check now." The divine radiance of the goddess slowly washed over the bodies. Most of the orcs showed no traces of darkness. However, the one whose head Laficel had cut off first, and the one whose skull Karnak had shattered, were different. "Lord Karnak, you were right." The orcs who had held higher ranks exuded a sinister aura. It wasn''t the Darkness of Doom, but traces of refined necromancy. "These monsters were under the control of a necromancer." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 119 - 118 Chapter 119: Chapter 118 Pointing to the corpses of orcs filled with the aura of darkness, he offered a prayer. "Hatoba, with your light, let the hidden truth be revealed." The holy light enveloped the corpses and conveyed an image to Alius. It was a variety of information left behind by traces of necromancy. "It''s certain. These orcs were being controlled by a necromancer. And the identity of that person is..." His expression suddenly became strange. "...a really, really scary person?" At the very least, it was certain that the Stone Orcs were calling him that. "Whether it''s the necromancer''s terrible naming sense or the orcs'' poor vocabulary, I can''t tell." Baros nodded in agreement. "Usually, it''s the latter, but the necromancer''s naming sense is as bad as the orcs'' vocabulary." Karnak shot Baros a glance. Baros feigned ignorance as if he hadn''t said anything wrong. In any case, the necromancer''s title wasn''t important right now. What mattered was where he was. Alius continued shining the holy light, concentrating the darkness into a single point. The condensed darkness wriggled out of the orcs'' corpses like a caterpillar and began to squirm. Quickly, the darkness was sealed inside a small glass bottle, and he offered another prayer. "Under the guidance of the earth, the darkness is led into the light..." The darkness trapped in the bottle thrashed violently as if trying to go somewhere, constantly pushing towards one side of the bottle. "The tracking spell was successful." Alius nodded in satisfaction. Wherever this slimy darkness pointed, the necromancer who had controlled the Stone Orcs would be there. That meant their next step was clear. "Let''s eat first." No one laughed; they all took it seriously. Serati and Baros looked around. "Where should we eat? Lunch?" "There are a lot of corpses, so let''s move for now." It wasn''t a joke. Timing your meals correctly was one of the most important things in the field. What would happen if you suddenly needed to relieve yourself just before a battle? They moved to a suitable spot, sat down, and unpacked their lunch. It was vegetable bread and grilled sausages, prepared at the innkeeper''s request. Munch munch, chomp chomp. "Oh, this place grills sausages well." "Lord Karnak, could you pass me some sauce?" "Ah, here it is, Laficel." "Thank you!" Serati watched the scene with a renewed gaze. The hero of humanity, who had sacrificed everything to save the world, and the former Death King who had once tortured her, tearing her into three pieces, were now having a pleasant conversation with warm expressions. ''Come to think of it, they shouldn''t really be getting along so well...'' They all filled their stomachs heartily. With this, their digestion should proceed smoothly as they pursued the necromancer''s trail. By the time they encountered their target, they''d be in peak fighting condition. Standing up, Alius took out the glass bottle. "Then, let''s begin the pursuit." *** The darkness inside the bottle writhed, constantly extending in one direction. Every time it did, Karnak''s group dashed in the direction it pointed. In truth, running in a single direction through a deep forest without paying attention to the terrain was extremely dangerous. Especially in a place like Gallant Mountain, where the landscape was treacherous. You never knew what kind of terrain awaited you. How many times had they encountered valleys too deep to descend or hills too steep to climb when they had pressed forward thoughtlessly? Well, that is, if you were an ordinary person with average physical abilities. "It''s a valley." "Just jump down." "It''s a hill." "Just jump up." "We''ve got thick bushes ahead." "Just cut through them." Even the lowest-level aura users like the Red Knights could perform a standing jump of nearly 3 meters. Once you transcend human limits, terrain becomes less of an obstacle. Baros, Serati, and even Laficel navigated the rough mountain terrain as easily as if it were flat ground. While Karnak and Alius lacked that level of physical prowess, they had magic to compensate. If something seemed too high or too low, they simply used levitation magic to float. With Karnak''s magic, bringing Alius along was no problem at all. Unless it was an enormous cliff, the rugged mountain terrain hardly posed a challenge. Karnak''s group continued to cut through the mountains, relentlessly following the trail of darkness. But then, they hit a snag. "Well... this is troublesome." It might not have been 10,000 feet tall, but the towering cliff ahead was certainly not something they could simply leap over. Baros looked at Karnak with a troubled expression. "What should we do, young master?" "Shall we try flying over with levitation magic?" "Can you transport all of us?" "It''s possible, but it''s a bit tricky." Magic is the act of concentrating mana in one place to bring about changes in the world. When the same spell is used repeatedly in one spot, the world begins to adapt to the change, and as a result, the spell''s effectiveness gradually diminishes. This is why mages alternate between different spells during battle. Additionally, unfocused mana tends to scatter meaninglessly in all directions, causing the magic''s waves to spread over a wide area. "If we''re unlucky, the necromancers might notice us." They didn''t want to have come this far only to end up like a dog chasing chickens. Alius proposed a different idea. "Let''s try going around the cliff and climbing up." They led the way with the bottle of darkness, circling the cliff and climbing up the mountain. As they diligently pressed on, Alius''s expression tightened slightly. S§×ar?h the N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Why is this happening?" The movement of the darkness in the bottle was acting strangely. Even though they were walking in one direction, it kept shifting up and down. "This guy... he''s moving." And he was very close by. Everyone tensed and prepared for battle. The warriors drew their swords, while the mages and priests gripped their wands. After cutting through the forest for about ten more minutes, a man came into view. Dressed in a black robe with a necklace made of skulls, he was the epitome of a necromancer. Everyone''s expression turned blank for a moment. It was good they had found their target, but the situation was entirely unexpected. The necromancer was squatting on the ground, holding a small hoe, busily digging up wild arrowroots. The group stared blankly at the necromancer. "..." The necromancer stared blankly at the group. "..." Karnak clicked his tongue. "Well, I guess even necromancers have to eat." Even a necromancer, unless turned into an undead, still needs to eat. And there''s no reason why a necromancer wouldn''t enjoy fresh wild vegetables. But if he used monsters to dig them up, they''d probably be mashed to a pulp. It was already hard enough to find wild vegetables after the first snow had fallen. The desire to dig up fresh arrowroots before the ground froze completely must have been hard to resist. Suddenly realizing the situation, the necromancer jumped up in a panic. "Wh-Who are you people?" It wasn''t hard to figure out their identity. Karnak''s group was fully armed according to their professions. Especially Alius, whose priestly robes clearly marked his status. "A priest of Hatoba!" The shocked necromancer waved his hands, gathering power. Dozens of wraiths began rising from the ground, their eerie screams echoing through the forest. SCREEEEEECH! But instead of being startled, the group looked more at ease. A necromancer summoning evil spirits was far more natural than one digging up wild roots. Pointing his wand, Alius solemnly shouted. "Kneel before the name of the Goddess!" "Hmph! You''ll be the ones to kneel!" The necromancer didn''t back down. Emitting an ominous aura in all directions, he roared like a demon from hell. "None of you shall leave here alive after witnessing my face!" At this very necromancer-like declaration, Karnak responded indifferently with a mental message to Serati. [Just to be clear, Serati.] [Yes?] [I''ve never said a line like that.] [...Who said you did?] More than ten wraiths floated among the snow-covered branches, like drifting shadows. Being able to summon that many wraiths was a testament to the necromancer''s considerable skill. He was no amateur who had accidentally stumbled upon the Darkness of Doom and haphazardly gained power. He had clearly mastered necromancy. He was probably on the same level as Cleo, the necromancer they had encountered in Gelpa Village when they first met Alius. BANG! BANG! BANG! The summoned wraiths were quickly smashed apart by Baros''s aura-infused sword, bursting like bubbles. It wasn''t even particularly refined swordsmanship. He was just swatting them down like flies. "If you can use aura, this much is nothing..." At Cleo''s level, this necromancer posed no threat to Baros. Serati, too, was at ease. Even though she often got scolded by this group, she had made a name for herself as the strongest Darkness Hunter in the northern regions of the Yustil Kingdom. On top of that, she had gained much more experience and improved her skills since then. "He''s not that strong." There was no need for Karnak or Alius to step in. Baros and Serati alone were enough to slash through the wraiths like fresh fish being fileted. SCREEEEEECH! In no time, all the summoned wraiths had been wiped out. "Y-You bastards!" The enraged necromancer trembled and gathered his strength once more. "I''ll show you the true power of darkness!" Once again, a dozen or so wraiths were summoned. It seemed to be the strongest necromantic spell in his arsenal. The same wraiths that had just been swatted away like flies. Alius smiled awkwardly. ''This is the first time I''ve ever felt sorry for a necromancer.'' As Alius scratched his cheek, he glanced to the side and noticed a silver-haired girl with sparkling eyes. "Laficel." "Yes?" "Want to give it a try?" "Yes!" Alius placed a finger on Laficel''s longsword. Her blade began to glow faintly as he cast a holy spell on it, allowing her to strike the wraiths. ''With Sir Baros and Dame Serati here, there shouldn''t be any danger even though she''s still a child.'' The girl had remarkable talent. She could probably handle at least one or two wraiths, right? Just as he was thinking this, Laficel sprang forward, launching herself off the ground. "Hah!" At the same time, her figure suddenly split into five. Each version of her slashed at a different wraith, leaving streaks of sword light in the air like blooming flowers. Flash! Without even time to scream, the wraiths vanished, all of them destroyed. Laficel sheathed her sword and beamed. "I took care of them all!" The necromancer''s eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn''t understand what had just happened. Alius, too, was confused. There had just been a bright flash, and then all the wraiths were gone? "...What did Laficel just do?" Serati hesitated, unsure how to respond. She didn''t know either. "It''s... a family secret technique." In any case, the necromancer had been completely neutralized. Summoning over twenty wraiths had been an incredible feat, one that must have drained his necromantic power. It just didn''t look like much because they had been effortlessly cut down. "Ugh... ugh..." The terrified necromancer stumbled backward, only to bump into something. Baros was already standing behind him. "Hey, there." He placed a hand on the necromancer''s shoulder and asked gently. "By any chance, do you know someone named Hudel?" It certainly didn''t sound gentle from the necromancer''s point of view. [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 120 - 119 Chapter 120: Chapter 119 At Baros'' question, "Do you know Hudel?" the necromancer responded firmly. "I don''t know!" Thanks to that, Karnak and his party were certain. ''What an idiot.'' How could someone live right next to the estate and not know the lord? If he really wanted to deny it, he should have at least pretended to know the name. Realizing his mistake too late, the necromancer began to ramble. "I-it''s true! I don''t know anything about Count Hudel or the Cult of the Dark God!" Baros murmured sadly. "Well, I haven''t even mentioned the Cult of the Dark God yet." "Ah, crap!" He was not only stupid but also naive. Feeling the pitiful gazes around him, the necromancer clamped his mouth shut. It seemed he had decided it was better to remain silent than to risk blurting out more and getting caught. Of course, in this era, silence was not a right at all. Serati asked casually. [What should we do, Lord Karnak? Do you want to handle this quietly again?] [Why would I? We have Alius here.] When it comes to extracting information from the dead, necromancers are undoubtedly the best. But when it comes to getting information from the living? [The title ''Inquisitor'' says it all. He''s a professional.] After tidying up his appearance, Alius stepped forward. "May I handle this for a moment?" "Of course." After tightly binding the necromancer, Karnak''s party retreated. Alius, staring down at the necromancer, spoke in a calm tone. "What''s your name?" The necromancer remained silent, stubbornly pressing his lips together. "You won''t even tell me your name? Not a good start." Alius was undeniably a righteous and virtuous man. But at the same time, he was an Inquisitor. That meant, when facing a sinner, he could commit any cruel act without hesitation¡ªprecisely because he was righteous. Alius glanced back at the group and made a request. "Could you step away for a moment? It''s not a sight for children." Karnak''s group disappeared into the forest. Now, only Alius and the necromancer were left. "For the record, I can heal all your wounds." Even with his mouth shut, the necromancer felt confused. Why was someone about to interrogate him talking about healing? "So don''t worry." Alius cast a holy spell. A gag of light formed, sealing the necromancer''s mouth. "Until you spill everything you know, you won''t die." The necromancer was flustered. "Mm! Mmm?!" Wait, why gag me if you''re going to make me spill everything I know? "Don''t worry about the gag. It will disappear once your soul becomes honest." Alius'' eyes, reflected in the terrified necromancer''s pupils, were calm and clear. They shone with the conviction of someone determined to save the pitiful soul before him. "You''re not being truthful yet. I can tell just by looking into your eyes." Alius'' hands began to glow with a holy light. A devout prayer spilled from his lips. "Hatoba, forgive your servant..." What? Why are you praying for forgiveness? What are you about to do? "Mmm! Mmmph!" Soon, a pitiful scream, muffled by the gag, leaked out weakly. "Mmmmph!" *** About ten minutes later, Alius reappeared, dragging the necromancer behind him. Sear?h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. He looked around at everyone and smiled brightly. "By the grace of the Goddess, Mr. Remike has fully cooperated with the interrogation." And so, everyone realized. ''So, this necromancer''s name was Remike?'' Remike looked perfectly fine. There were no visible wounds, no bloodstains on his clothes. From the outside, it seemed like nothing had been done to him at all. But his eyes were completely lifeless. The eyes are so empty that it seems like this is what a breathing zombie would look like. ''What exactly did he do to him?'' Serati, unaware of what an Inquisitor could do to a necromancer, naturally had questions. On the other hand, Karnak and Baros, who had some experience in the past, trembled involuntarily. ''Ah, he got hit with that.'' ''I don''t even want to think about it.'' Shaking off the thought, Karnak asked, "Did you get anything out of him?" "As expected, this man was a member of the Dark Cult." Alius continued, glancing back at Remike. "He also serves Count Hudel." "Can we use him as evidence to accuse the Count?" "Mr. Remike alone may not be enough..." The empire''s nobility is not so easily cornered by throwing one necromancer at them and saying, ''We have a witness who claims you''re a cultist!'' Stronger evidence was needed. "Fortunately, he told me about the cultists'' hideout." The cultists in this region were hiding in the Gallant Mountains under Count Hudel''s orders. It seemed they had even set up a fairly elaborate hideout. "What exactly are they doing there?" "That, he didn''t know." Remike''s task was simply to stay hidden in the area and act as a messenger between the cultists of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance and those in the Lacaenia Empire. He had no idea what plans the cult was scheming. Baros murmured, nodding in understanding. "Well, judging by his skills, it doesn''t seem like he''d play a major role." Still, if they could capture a large number of cultists, it would be enough evidence to pressure Count Hudel. With some luck, they might even uncover more information. Alius gestured toward the other side of the mountain. "Let''s go." Indeed, Remike fully cooperated. He guided them along the way without the slightest resistance. It was as if his soul had been completely broken. Even Karnak himself knew that breaking someone''s spirit so thoroughly with just torture wasn''t easy. He couldn''t help but think. ''Maybe having a cleric handle the torture and a necromancer extract the soul is the most efficient way to build necromantic power?'' They circled the ridge and continued moving for another hour. Deep in the forest, a small log cabin came into view. It looked like a hunter''s shack, but no hunters were bold enough to hunt in the Gallant Mountains. "Is that the place?" "Yes." "How many more are there?" "I have three companions. All of them are necromancers." "What are their specialties?" "They''re similar to me. Necromancy and summoning evil spirits are their main skills." Remike answered every question without hesitation. It was Baros'' turn to ask. "So, who''s the leader, and how strong is that person compared to you?" An unexpected answer came. Remike raised his hand slightly. "That would be me." "Huh?" "I''m the highest-ranking member." Everyone''s gaze turned toward Remike. Though no one spoke, they all had the same expression. ''Is this really it?'' Terrified, Remike hurriedly continued speaking. "It''s true! I''m not lying!" He seemed to be afraid of what would happen if they thought he was lying. Serati, still puzzled, glanced at Alius once more. ''What exactly did you do to him to make him like this?'' After a moment of thought, Alius nodded. "It seems he''s telling the truth." Thinking it over, it did make sense. Alius had tracked the necromantic spell that controlled the Stone Orcs all the way to this man. And at the end of that trail was Remike. He was the one the orcs had referred to as ''the terrifying one.'' Considering the orcs'' limited vocabulary, that was quite the high praise. It meant there wasn''t anyone scarier than ''the terrifying one.'' "Why is the highest-ranking member out gathering herbs?" "My other subordinates dislike vegetables..." "Why didn''t you make your subordinates do it?" "They are not strong enough to order them around..." The situation became clearer. Serati shook her head. "So, they''re all just bottom-tier lackeys." If the strongest one, Remike, was at this level, there was no need to even bother with the others. Karnak, eyeing the hut in the forest, spoke nonchalantly. "Let''s clean this up quickly." Shortly after, a storm descended upon the peaceful hideout of the necromancers. *** After capturing Remike and the other necromancers, Karnak''s group descended from Gallant Mountain. However, they didn''t immediately return to the village. Dragging four bound prisoners through the streets would draw far too much attention. So, after reaching the base of the mountain, they hid for a while, and only Alius made his way alone to the Saisha Temple. He returned just as the sun was beginning to set, accompanied by a large four-wheeled wagon and about twenty soldiers. They were soldiers of the Temple of Saisha, along with Priest Belton. "Are these the ones?" Belton surveyed the bound necromancers with an open look of disgust. He then turned to Alius and expressed his gratitude. "I can sense the foul energy of darkness. Thank you, Brother Alius." With a humble demeanor, Alius introduced Karnak''s group. "I wouldn''t have succeeded without their help. They are collaborators of our religious order." A brief round of introductions followed. "I am Belton, a servant of Saisha." "I''m Karnak, a Darkness Hunter from Derat." "Baros." "Serati. And this is my squire." The soldiers restrained the necromancers and loaded them into the wagon. They were going to be interrogated more thoroughly once back at the temple. Belton also extended an invitation to Karnak''s group to accompany them. "Come with us." The Temple of Saisha was located on the western side of Village. It was a large complex, consisting of a main sanctuary, five chapels, stables, a wine cellar, barns, and other buildings. Upon arrival, the soldiers dragged the necromancers down to the dungeon. Baros watched, curious. "You''re just locking them up in the dungeon? You said there could be cult spies lurking around." His question implied they should hide the prisoners in a more secretive location, but Belton shook his head. "We know that, but it''s not like we can conjure up a good hiding place out of thin air, can we?" Moving in secret isn''t always the best approach. What would they do if they hid the prisoners in a random house or shabby barn, only for the location to be discovered? Rather than creating a half-baked hiding place, it was better to fortify an already secure location. There was another reason, too. "We are servants of the Goddess. It''s not fitting for us to sneak around like rats, as the cultists do." Afterward, Belton and Alius headed down to the dungeon to interrogate the necromancers. Karnak''s group was shown to a guest room where they could rest. Though not luxurious, the room was tidy, and the bed was decently soft. Tired from climbing the mountain, Laficel immediately grabbed a pillow and fell into a deep sleep. "Mmm... food..." Serati glanced at her with a momentary look of pity before turning away. [Excuse me, Lord Karnak?] [Hmm? What''s up?] [This has been bothering me for a while...] Serati already knew not to speak carelessly while Laficel was asleep. So, she continued using discreet magic communication. [Is it really okay to use your real name?] [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 121 - 120 Chapter 121: Chapter 120 After meeting Laficel, a hypothesis came to mind. The hypothesis is that one of the future Archmages might have followed Karnak and Baros and returned to this time period. If that assumption is true, how will the returned Archmage treat the former Death King? [You didn''t treat them particularly well either, right?] At Serati''s question, Karnak let out a wry smile. [If they regained their sense of self, they''d probably be just as eager to tear me apart as Laficel.] It had been a struggle just dealing with the crazy Laficel. If a perfectly sane 10th-circle mage appeared, could he even manage to escape? Oddly enough, however, Karnak didn''t seem particularly concerned about that possibility. In the past, he might have been unaware, but now he should recognize the danger. [Is it okay to reveal your real name like this? Shouldn''t you be using an alias?] [Hmm, well...] Karnak pondered for a moment, choosing his words carefully before speaking again. [I don''t know if that hypothesis is true or not, but if we assume it is, there''s one thing I''m certain of.] The regressor doesn''t know who the Death King and the Death Knight Lord were in the past. [The fact that the Jestarad territory is still intact is proof of that. Otherwise, they would''ve come and killed us by now.] [What about the copper mine?] [That part''s a bit suspicious, but I still think it''s just a coincidence for now. We haven''t found anything particularly suspicious.] He had reason to make such a judgment. Baros added from the side: [Neither the young master nor I told anyone about the past.] They were simply Karnak and Baros. The name Jestarad was never mentioned. They had killed the entire family, from the lord to the youngest, with necromancy and were now fugitives. If they were discovered, their heads would be on the chopping block immediately. Why would they broadcast their past? [And once we gained some power, there was no need to talk about it.] [Neither of us had the habit of reminiscing about the past over drinks.] [We were progressive and future-oriented in nature!] Serati''s expression turned odd. [No, you weren''t? You guys were always reminiscing about the past. Like a couple of hermits holed up in some room.] On reflection, that might have been true. Aren''t they both now 100-year-old monsters? In terms of age, they were beyond typical hermits. [And our appearances have changed a lot too.] When the whole world had turned against them, both Karnak and Baros were well into middle age. They didn''t have the youthful, tight skin they possessed now. [And even that middle-aged appearance didn''t last long.] One turned into a skeleton, and the other into a blue-tinted death knight. In other words, even if someone from the future returned, the only way to identify them would be by their names. But the names Karnak and Baros weren''t particularly rare. Karnak was originally the name of an ancient architectural site left behind by a pre-historic race, and it was often used among nobles. Baros was also a fairly common name among commoners in the Seven Kingdoms. They didn''t know their origins, didn''t know their family names, their appearances had changed, and their names weren''t unique. So, from the regressor''s perspective, the only clue to finding them would be if a "Karnak" and a "Baros" were seen together. [But even if they do manage to find us, they wouldn''t dare come directly to me.] Unlike the soul-torn Laficel, the other Martial Kings and the three Archmages had retained their intelligence. Instead of tearing apart their souls, Karnak had inscribed loyalty into their souls, manipulating their personalities and taking them as subordinates. This situation was very different from how Baros or Serati were bound as subjects through contracts. A subject''s contract was like chaining their soul as a slave. Although they became slaves, their memories and personalities remained intact. Since their souls hadn''t changed, Serati could still use aura. Moreover, if only the soul crossed space-time, the chains would naturally remain behind. That''s why Karnak and Baros''s subject contracts had been broken. In contrast, with the Martial Kings and the Archmages, he had inscribed obedience directly onto their souls. They were too formidable to control with the softer method of a subject''s contract. [Even if they do transcend space-time and return to this era, the inscriptions on their souls wouldn''t disappear.] It''s possible that when the Death King vanished, they regained their sense of self. Perhaps, driven by their anger toward the Death King, they had attempted space-time reversal and even succeeded. But even if they returned to the past, they wouldn''t dare to seek out Karnak directly. [Because doing so would mean they''d fall under my control again.] Karnak of the present couldn''t exert the same level of influence over the world as he had during his Astra Spiritus days. However, even at his current level, he could still re-activate the soul inscriptions if they were nearby. Once they reunited, he could easily make them loyal subordinates again. [And they know that well.] That''s why they wouldn''t act directly. They''d likely use their subordinates to search for Karnak and Baros. So, Karnak had been deliberately scattering the names "Karnak" and "Baros" around. [Hoping they leave clues during their search for us.] Listening to the explanation, Serati tilted her head. [...Is that really necessary?] The three Archmages weren''t recluses hiding in some mysterious place. Their whereabouts were somewhat known. [Can''t you just go to them directly?] If just confronting them would make them loyal again, why was he being so cautious? [This is all based on the assumption that my hypothesis is true.] Karnak''s expression hardened slightly. [What if my hypothesis is wrong?] Even before meeting Laficel, he had already been suspicious of the three Archmages. The hypothesis was that they were the ones who developed the magic formulas that fused necromantic power and magic, as used by the followers of the Dark God. But what if they weren''t regressors? What if they were just Archmages of this era who had become followers of the Dark God for some reason? What if they didn''t have any soul inscriptions and were purely enemies? [We''d be lucky to leave behind a complete corpse.] If he revealed everything now and it turned out they weren''t regressors, he''d be left without any recourse. So he was only leaking their names while hiding the rest, maintaining his distance and observing their reactions. [Of course, it could turn out that neither of these theories is true. It''s all just unverified speculation, after all.] They were in the middle of exchanging words when footsteps were heard from outside. Everyone adjusted their expressions and stopped talking. Moments later, the door opened, and Alius entered the room. "The interrogation is over, Lord Karnak." "Is it my turn now?" As if waiting for this, Karnak rose to his feet. Baros asked, "Why do they want you, young master?" "I''ll explain after I return." *** In the dungeon, built with hard stone walls, the four cultists captured during the day were locked up. They appeared utterly exhausted, likely from undergoing a harsh interrogation. Karnak approached a corner of the dungeon with his staff, drawing upon the power of chaos magic. "Those who dare to trespass here, their own strength shall turn against them..." A faint magic circle formed and then quickly sank into the prison''s stone walls, disappearing from sight. Turning around, Karnak spoke. "It''s done." Priest Belton expressed his gratitude. "Thank you for your efforts. Now, even if the cult''s spies try something, we''ll be able to handle it." Karnak had been tasked with setting up a magic trap around the dungeon. If there were any spies from the cult within the Saisha Temple, they would get caught by this trap when trying to approach the prison. Of course, Alius and Priest Belton could also set various protective barriers using holy spells. In fact, they had already installed some. But the presence of a spy within the temple suggested that the individual might be quite familiar with holy spells. There was a chance they could bypass the holy barriers, so it was safer to also rely on magic. "We do have some mage collaborators, but they are all out of town at the moment." "There''s no guarantee that those collaborators aren''t spies either." Looking at the cultists sprawled on the floor of the prison, Karnak asked, "Did you manage to get anything useful out of them? If they know about Hudel, they must hold a fairly high rank." Alius clicked his tongue. "Unfortunately, they turned out to be low-level members in a different sense." The interrogation of the cultists was already finished, but they hadn''t yielded much information. The only cultist Remike knew of was Hudel, the Dark Cardinal. He had no knowledge of other cultists within the territory. He had only ever received direct orders from Hudel. "They''re low-level, but directly under his command, you could say." Whenever Hudel was away from the territory, as he was now, they had no specific duties. It seemed that wandering around aimlessly, digging up arrowroots, was their only task. "And how do they contact Hudel?" "There is no way to contact him. They only receive orders one-sidedly." The other three cultists didn''t even know Hudel was a follower of the Dark God. They simply acted as messengers for the cultists across the mountains in the Seven Kingdoms, as instructed by Remike. Karnak nodded in understanding. "Indeed, none of them seemed particularly strong." Still, this should be enough evidence to present to the Evil Slaying Brigade. By tomorrow morning, they planned to send a messenger to Kalat City to make contact. "And so, from now on, our task is..." Alius finished, pointing to the cultists. "To ensure their safety until the Evil Slaying Brigade arrives." *** "...That''s the general situation." After Karnak''s explanation upon returning to the room, Baros tilted his head in confusion. "Why are we sending the messenger tomorrow morning? Wouldn''t it be more certain to send them now?" Serati gave him a side-eye, as if he were acting like a heartless employer. "Sir Baros, living people need to sleep, you know." Even aside from that, the night in this era wasn''t safe enough to ride through in the dark. Baros, who was used to commanding undead all the time, lacked awareness of this fact. "At this point, the cultists will only take one of two actions." sea??h th§× Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The first was to silence their captured comrades. "They''ll likely try to kill them all before the Evil Slaying Brigade arrives, to prevent them from talking. From the looks of it, they don''t seem like vital personnel worth rescuing." The second option was to destroy all evidence linking the cult to Grenthal County. "If Hudel were still guarding the territory, he would''ve probably chosen that option." No matter how many witnesses there were, they were just cultists. The Empire couldn''t easily act against an imperial noble just because some cultists claimed something. The gap between being suspected and being branded as a cultist was huge. "But Hudel isn''t around, is he? That means the remaining members can''t recklessly destroy evidence." That was the downside of a decentralized organization. Since they operate so secretly, unless they''re directly involved, it''s hard for members to judge what''s important and what''s not. As a result, when the person in charge is absent, the freedom of those left behind is significantly reduced. In the end, the cultists'' only option is the former¡ªsilencing their captured comrades. They have to deal with their captured comrades somehow, and they''ll try to do it as quietly as possible. "They wouldn''t dare storm the temple in broad daylight, would they?" That would essentially be starting a full-blown cultist rebellion. If they did that, all of Grenthal County would become an enemy of the Empire, and Hudel would be irreversibly branded as a cultist. It would destroy the entire religious influence they''d built in this region. "No one''s stupid enough to do that." Instead, they''d likely try to discreetly handle it using their hidden spies. "It seems like they''re planning to flush out all the spies during this opportunity." Thanks to that, it was bound to get noisy at night for a while. The cultists would wait for nightfall and continuously send assassins. "So, our task is simple." Karnak shifted his gaze out the window. Beyond the village, under the moonlit night, he could faintly see the castle of Count Grenthal in the distance. "Just relax, eat the temple''s food, and when the alarm goes off, catch the spies and get information from them..." Then, Karnak suddenly stopped speaking. "...What?" Beyond the scenery, a thick aura of darkness was slowly spreading. It was a familiar sight. After all, it was something he himself had often created in his previous life. Whenever he summoned hordes of zombies, ghouls, and other evil spirits and monsters to form an army, the surrounding energy would become polluted, creating such a scene. "Excuse me, young master?" Baros, looking out the window, let out a dry laugh. "They''re storming the temple in broad daylight." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 122 - 121 Chapter 122: Chapter 121 They woke up Laficel, who had been sleeping, armed themselves, and Karnak''s group quickly dashed out of the lodging building. The temple had already become a scene of chaos. The temple servants, gripped by fear, were panicking. "Ahhh! It''s the undead army!" "Monsters are closing in!" In contrast, the priests and soldiers of the Saisha Temple remained relatively calm, trying their best to stay composed and respond to the situation. "Everyone, arm yourselves!" "Get to your positions!" The priests raised their wands, and the soldiers grabbed their spears and swords, donning their armor. Even the acolytes, too young to fight, were preparing holy water from the holy water reserve to use against the undead. Karnak scanned the surroundings. ''Where is Alius? And Priest Belton?'' Neither was in sight. They must still be in the dungeon. ''I need to assess the situation first.'' The group swiftly moved toward the outer wall of the temple. As with most castles or mansions, temples were typically built in elevated places to be looked up to. This Saisha Temple was also on slightly higher ground than its surroundings. As they approached the wall, a middle-aged priest stood guard and questioned them cautiously. "Who are you?" It was understandable for him to be on guard since unfamiliar faces had suddenly appeared. Fortunately, there was someone nearby who recognized Karnak''s group. One of the soldiers who had accompanied Priest Belton while escorting Remike''s group spoke up. "They are darkness hunters from Hatoba of the Seven Kingdoms." "Now that you mention it, I recall hearing about some guests arriving this afternoon." The soldier continued with the introductions, evidently familiar with Karnak''s group. "Lord Karnak is a 6th Circle mage. These two are Red Knights." In a situation like this, strength mattered far more than titles or status. The middle-aged priest''s face visibly brightened. "Saisha''s grace be upon you!" Among the Saisha Temple''s allies, there were a few aura users and high mages of the 6th Circle or higher. However, all of them had left for distant lands. This was a peaceful territory, after all. At present, Karnak''s group was the strongest force they had. "How is the situation?" Baros asked. The middle-aged priest''s expression darkened. "It''s not good." In the distance, countless monsters and undead forces were slowly advancing. The sky was filled with evil energy and an aura of malice, while cold air spread across the ground like mist. Amidst it all, the dead continued to march forward, step after step. A gloomy sound echoed from all directions. Uhhhhhh.... Uwooo.... Their numbers were considerable. A rough estimate put them at several hundred. The priest let out a sigh of despair. "I don''t understand why they''re doing this." "We captured a group of cultists earlier today. They''ve likely come to rescue their comrades," Karnak explained. The priest looked confused. "You''re telling me they managed to assemble such a massive army in less than a day?" "That''s the terrifying power of necromancy." Gathering hundreds of soldiers isn''t something that can be done overnight. You''d have to send messengers to their homes and villages, wait for them to gather at the assembly point, and after that, organize units and distribute weapons. Even in the fastest scenario, it would take at least a week. But for an army of undead? It only takes a few necromancers to make a few calls. Once notified, the necromancers would raise corpses from graves. Unlike living soldiers, who are difficult to control, the undead follow orders without question, so there''s no need to organize units or anything of the sort. If the call was made in the afternoon, they could easily gather and start marching by midnight. ''Even considering that, they seem to have gathered quite quickly...'' Among the undead army, there were also several living people, aside from the necromancers. Most of them were ordinary people in everyday clothes, armed only with spears or swords. Some even carried farming tools like pitchforks or flails. ''They must be cultists who were hiding in this territory. Their forces are much larger than expected.'' The distance between the undead army and the temple was rapidly closing. The middle-aged priest turned to Karnak''s group and pleaded. "We are preparing to cast a holy barrier to prevent them from advancing. Could you break their momentum in the meantime?" "Understood." Leaving the spot, Karnak''s group moved along the outer wall, searching for an optimal location to engage in battle. As they watched the steadily approaching undead horde, Karnak clicked his tongue. "What''s with these necromancers strutting around like they''ve done something worth bragging about? Such shameless people." "Isn''t that precisely what necromancers are like?" Baros shrugged. "You used to pull the same kind of stunts back in the day, young master." In his past life, Baros had often fought at the frontlines of undead armies, swinging his sword while following Karnak. Even in Trist City, it had been similar. Karnak glared at him. "I only did it because it was necessary." Necromancers often used large-scale attacks to instill fear, but that was always after carefully weighing the risks and benefits. "What good could possibly come from launching such a massive assault in a situation like this?" No matter how much he thought about it, nothing came to mind. No sane necromancer would ever do something like this, whether they''re a necromancer or not. "But those guys did," Karnak muttered in disbelief. "I can''t even begin to guess what they''re planning." *** At the center of the army of the dead, filled with zombies, skeletons, and all manner of monsters, two men in black robes, wearing skull necklaces, were commanding the army. One of the men, staring off into the distance at the Saisha Temple, asked, "Are you really sure this is a good idea?" A middle-aged man responded seriously, "How can you doubt the words of Tesranak, Sephedes?" This man was Lehane, the bishop of the Grenthal Diocese of the cult. "Under the watchful gaze of Tesranak, everything will proceed smoothly." His voice was not just serious but solemn, which made Sephedes frown. ''I''m not doubting Tesranak''s words, I''m doubting your judgment!'' Of course, he didn''t dare say that out loud. In front of a far more powerful necromancer, honesty wasn''t exactly a recommended virtue. Instead, Sephedes muttered under his breath, "We could have just handled this discreetly using people..." Lehane, sharp as ever, caught the small murmur. "Handle it? How can we, who serve the righteous god, stoop to such vile plots as the heretics do?" Lehane chastised Sephedes with a stern tone. "Those who walk the righteous path must always be forthright. Surely, you wouldn''t abandon your fellow believers?" Normally, yes, you''d abandon them. That''s how a proper secret cult operates. ''But I can''t exactly say that to this guy''s face.'' Frustrated, Sephedes sighed internally. He had joined the cult of the Dark God to become a powerful necromancer. Honestly, faith wasn''t his highest priority. On the other hand, Lehane was a devout believer in Tesranak. His loyalty had earned him a higher rank and made him a stronger necromancer than Sephedes. Lehane truly believed. He believed that if they waited long enough, a new world would open. When asked when that day would come, the cult of the Dark God would give this teaching: ¨CWhen the day comes, all believers will realize it on their own! To Sephedes, that sounded like a vague and evasive answer. If they specified a date and nothing happened, the believers'' faith would be shaken. However, even the cult of the Dark God had overlooked one crucial detail. There are surprisingly many people in the world who genuinely believe, "My understanding is everyone''s understanding, and what I feel is what everyone feels." When the news broke that the cult members hiding in Gallant Mountain had been captured by the Saisha Temple, Lehane saw it as a revelation from Tesranak. He believed that this was the moment to start a rebellion and change the world. Why? Because he felt that way! Because he had received a spiritual revelation! ''This must be the enlightenment Tesranak spoke of!'' In reality, it was likely that Lehane had unconsciously hypnotized himself due to his desperate waiting. But in any case, Lehane genuinely believed. He believed that now was the very day Tesranak had foretold. Without a word to Sephedes, he activated the communication device, rallied the cult members, summoned all the monsters, and raised all the corpses they had hidden away to form an army, marching them straight toward the Saisha Temple. By the time Sephedes realized what was happening, it was too late to stop it. ''Damn it, I thought no sane person would ever pull off such a crazy stunt...'' But then again, zealots aren''t sane, which is why they''re zealots. To make matters worse, Lehane believed he was completely sane and that the rest of the world was the one that was out of touch. The problem was that even Sephedes had underestimated the extent of Lehane''s zeal. After all, they worked in a decentralized organization, so they rarely met face-to-face. You can''t really understand someone''s nature unless you see them often, right? A decentralized organization is great for keeping secrets, but it''s full of disadvantages in every other aspect. While Sephedes was consumed by his despair, Lehane was still overwhelmed with excitement. "Though we have hidden in the shadows because of our weakness..." He raised his voice boldly amidst the overwhelming aura of death that was spreading all around them. "The time has come to reveal the true teachings to the world with pride!" At his command, the undead army quickened its pace toward the temple. As Sephedes gazed at the distant Saisha Temple, his mind raced. ''There''s no turning back now.'' Fortunately, the powerful mages and aura users who were supposed to be their allies were absent from the temple. This gave them the upper hand. ''First, I need to wipe them all out and erase any trace of this... then...'' His thoughts stopped. Then what? How was he going to explain to the empire that a massacre suddenly took place at a perfectly intact temple? And how would they possibly deal with the imperial army and the Evil Slaying Brigade that would undoubtedly come afterward? No matter how hard he thought, there was no answer. All it brought was a headache. ''Let''s just focus on getting through tonight. If we can''t annihilate the Saisha Temple here, there''s no point worrying about what comes after.'' *** Karnak and his group had positioned themselves atop a large outer wall between the temple building and the stables. From this spot, they had a wide view ahead, making it easier to cast spells, and there were symbols of Saisha to the left and right that could provide cover if needed. In the distance, cultists armed and chanting the teachings of the Dark God were approaching. "Death is but a new beginning..." "Fear not, for there is nothing to dread..." "Tesranak has opened the way, so we follow with joyful hearts..." Serati, tense, drew her sword. "It''s starting soon." The swarm of zombies and skeletons had already drawn within several dozen meters. A captain on the temple side shouted out orders. "Fire the arrows!" The arrows were all soaked in holy water. As the sacred energy struck the undead, explosions rang out in all directions. Boom! Boom! KABOOM! But the effect wasn''t great. There were simply too few arrows compared to the number of undead. "The new world is about to open..." Lehane began muttering in a singsong voice. "And we shall be its vanguard!" Suddenly, the speed of the undead surged. All at once, they began charging toward the temple at terrifying speed! "They''re coming!" "Saisha, protect us!" S§×arch* The N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Hundreds of corpses and skeletons slammed into the outer wall of the temple. KUUUUUNG! A fierce battle erupted. Ominous roars and desperate screams echoed throughout the temple. "Kraaaah!" "Ahhhh!" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 123 - 122 Chapter 123: Chapter 122 A fierce battle erupted on all sides. The dead and the living, those who believed in the Goddess and those who followed the darkness, clashed with spears and swords, shouting and roaring. "Saisha, bestow your grace and grant us your sword!" The priests all offered a collective prayer of blessing. The weapons of the temple soldiers faintly glowed with divine light. "Stay calm, everyone!" "With the priest here, these zombies aren''t a tough enemy!" The soldiers bravely swung their blessed blades toward the approaching horde of zombies. With every swing, limbs of the zombies flew through the air. "Uuuhhh..." "Uuuhhh..." Normally, they would have ignored losing limbs and continued attacking. However, due to the divine power imbued in the blades, the zombies, now wounded, hesitated for a few seconds, temporarily halting their movements. Taking advantage of this brief moment, the soldiers launched a relentless offensive. "Keep attacking!" "Cut them down before they get back up!" Though the blessings didn''t instantly kill the zombies, even with a mere touch, they made the fight significantly easier. Elsewhere, soldiers wielding blunt weapons like battle hammers and maces were fighting against the skeletons. "You skull-headed freaks!" "I''ll smash every one of you!" Cutting through bones with a sword is no easy feat, but smashing them with a hammer is something anyone can do. Swinging hammers imbued with divine light, the soldiers relentlessly shattered the skulls of the skeletons. Thud! Crash! Smash! Loud noises echoed throughout the temple. Amidst this noise, wraiths and banshees flew through the night sky, unleashing ghastly wails. Aaaaaaah! Such spirits are not easy for the soldiers to handle, even with blessed weapons. Not because they do not have a physical body, but because they''re flying and out of reach. That''s where the priests came in. They cast protective spells into the air, sprinkle holy water all around, and activate a divine barrier. "May the light of the Goddess shine upon my enemies!" The divine power of the priests combined through the barrier, merging into a single, overwhelming force. The sky brightened, and beams of the Goddess''s light repeatedly struck the evil spirits. Boom! Screams erupted from the wraiths and banshees within the pillar of light. Kyyaaaah! Despite the sudden onslaught, the Temple of Saisha held its ground well against the onslaught of the army of the dead. After all, clerics were the nemesis of necromancers. And the cult of the Dark God knew this all too well. "Send in the beasts!" Lehane gave the order for a second wave. Four subordinate necromancers concentrated their powers and commanded the monsters under their control. Beyond the army of the dead, new shadows with glowing red eyes surged forward. "Graaaah!" "Raaaaah!" The new wave consisted of various bipedal monsters such as orcs and gnolls, along with an assortment of ferocious beast-type monsters, forming a massive attack force. The soldiers cursed under their breath. "Damn it!" "It''s monsters!" Though fewer in number compared to the undead, monsters had a significant advantage. They weren''t particularly vulnerable to divine power. With these monsters joining forces with the undead, the situation quickly turned against the temple defenders. The zombies and skeletons were merely sacrificial pawns. By using the undead as a vanguard to disrupt the defensive line, the monster army could follow up with a crushing blow. It was a highly efficient tactic, making it challenging for the temple to handle. And the second wave wasn''t just composed of monsters. "Tesranak has opened the way..." "We follow with joyful hearts..." Dozens of cultists, in a half-dazed state, were attacking the temple from all directions. They had once been ordinary people, but now they were different. Through a unique form of necromancy used by the cult of the Dark God, they had been physically enhanced, their strength on par with that of the monsters. "Soon, a new world will dawn..." "We shall be its vanguard!" The temple''s defensive line momentarily wavered. It wasn''t just the cultists'' strength that caused trouble, but also their very presence, which threw the defenders into confusion. "Isn''t that Michael from the house next door?" "Is that Uncle Ryan?" These cultists were all familiar faces from the local community. Even the outsiders, Karnak and his party, recognized some of them. "Isn''t that the owner of our inn?" "Oh my, they were a cultist?" "Looks like we''ll have to pack up and leave once the sun rises." The prayers of the cultists echoed from all directions. "Come forth, new world!" "The Dark God''s grace shall descend upon all!" As she smashed an approaching skeleton, Serati furrowed her brow. "Their eyes are glazed over like they''re on drugs or something." A young priest assisting Karnak''s group nodded. "Using drugs to expand their influence is one of the cult''s signature tactics." He wasn''t an inquisitor, just an ordinary low-ranking priest. He couldn''t cast high-level divine spells, but in the current situation, he was still quite useful. Even if he could only make the approaching undead pause momentarily with divine light, it made the battle significantly more manageable. After sending three zombies flying, now frozen by the holy light, Baros looked incredulous. "What in the world makes people believe in a religion that uses drugs?" Serati asked curiously. [You talk as if you never did anything like that yourselves.] Karnak and Baros replied confidently. [We never touched drugs.] [They were too expensive.] [There was no need to use drugs to create slaves, anyway.] [If we killed them and raised them as undead, they''d end up in a similar state without costing us anything.] Serati nodded, as if that made perfect sense. [....Well, it''s good to know you never used drugs.] Baros, however, wasn''t shocked by the evil acts the cultists had committed. He was baffled by how people fell for such an obvious scheme. But as it turns out, the cultists had their own twisted logic. The cult of the Dark God didn''t deny earthly pleasures. In fact, they taught that numbing pain with drugs was a way to embrace the arms of their god fully. Of course, drugs are dangerous. While they might provide momentary pleasure, in the end, they only ruin your life. But here''s the question. ¡ªIs your life truly too valuable to ruin? What''s so wrong about using drugs to forget your pain? What''s so wrong about ending your life? Why is clinging to a hopeless future considered the right path? After all, your life won''t change. The pain you feel today will repeat tomorrow, the next day, and every day until you die. If you embrace Tesranak''s embrace, you''ll gain a new life beyond death, free from your painful existence. If a new life awaits you, why hold on to this one? And if you no longer care about your current life, why not spend the remaining time in pleasure instead of suffering? "...That seems to be their reasoning," the young priest explained. Karnak clicked his tongue in disgust. "If that''s their logic, shouldn''t they just quickly commit suicide?" "They claim Tesranak won''t grant them a new life if they commit suicide. That''s why they say they must accumulate good deeds in this world first." "Well, that doctrine is certainly convenient." Scoffing, Karnak continued to unleash scorching magic bullets. With each hit, various monsters bled and collapsed. The others weren''t idle either. Baros, Serati, and even Laficel all ravaged the surroundings with overwhelming force. "Were such powerful individuals still left at the temple?" Lehane muttered in frustration as he sent even more undead towards Karnak''s group. As a result, the density of undead around the temple significantly increased, especially in the area surrounding them. Watching the battlefield, Karnak slowly raised his magic staff. ''Looks like it''s time.'' The appropriate distance, the right range, and enough undead had gathered. It was the perfect moment to achieve maximum efficiency. Tapping the ground with his wand, he began to chant his spell. "With the power of righteous law, I shall govern and take judgment in my hands..." A faint ripple of light spread out, seeping into the earth. An intricate web of delicate mana silently expanded across the area. Raising his wand to the sky, Karnak shouted the final invocation. "I shall become the one who atones for the sins of darkness, Redeemer of Necromancy!" *** The night sky opened. Through the parted heavens, brilliant light shone down. Saaah! Powerful magical light, in the form of a pulse, swept over the horde of zombies and skeletons. At every point the vast concentric circles passed, radiant magic chains shot up from the ground. Dozens of chains wrapped around the necks of dozens of zombies. Dozens of shackles bound the necks of dozens of skeletons. The bound undead began to emit a strange aura. The clear, bright magic intertwined with the thick shapes of darkness. The subdued undead all turned their bodies at once. And they began to attack other undead. "Uoooh!" "Graaaah!" The undead tore into each other, striking, smashing, and clawing. The temple soldiers, witnessing the sight, looked at one another in confusion. "What... what''s going on?" "What is this?" The priests, however, had a clearer understanding of what was happening. "Did you... did you just take control of the enemy''s undead with magic?" "Unbelievable... how is that even possible?" On the other side, the necromancers were just as shocked. "What is that?" "Is he a necromancer too?" "No, that''s undoubtedly the power of magic..." Amidst the astonished reactions, Karnak allowed himself an inward smile. ''As expected, they figured it out quickly.'' He wasn''t particularly worried, though, as his abilities had already been proven during the witch hunt at the border. It was chaos magic, a technique refined to dominate and reverse control over the opponent''s necromancy. He had perfected this method, transforming it into a wholly separate magic formula. The large-scale necromantic domination spell he had just cast was called the Redeemer of Necromancy. "Go, my servants! By my command, strike down my enemies!" At Karnak''s command, the shackled zombies and undead continued to push forward, relentlessly attacking the cultists. Thanks to this, the tide of the battle began to shift little by little. The temple soldiers'' defensive line, which had been on the verge of collapse, regained stability, while the cultists'' army began to scatter. In a panic, Lehane started recklessly firing off necromantic spells. "D-Don''t retreat! Tesranak will protect us!" All manner of evil spirits were summoned, swirling in the air. Karnak''s eyes gleamed as he watched. ''That must be the leader.'' He licked his lips, already plotting to secretly capture the soul for interrogation if given the chance. Boom! Suddenly, an explosion erupted on the opposite side of the temple. Karnak frowned and turned his head. "What''s this? They had a separate force?" S~ea??h the Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The cult''s vice bishop, Sephedes, had taken part of their forces and launched a separate attack. After all, the cultists'' true goal was to rescue Remike and his group, who had been captured. Though, to be precise, Sephedes wasn''t aiming to rescue them but to quietly dispose of them. ''If the prisoners are taken, that''ll be a headache.'' However, Karnak was currently controlling the Redeemer of Necromancy spell, dominating this area, so he couldn''t leave. "Baros, you go. Take Serati with you." "Will you be alright on your own, young master?" Karnak motioned with his chin toward the ashen-haired girl nearby. "Laficel is here, isn''t she?" Nodding, the two turned to leave. Serati gave some parting advice. "Laficel, please guard Lord Karnak." "Yes, unnie!" Laficel quickly positioned herself beside Karnak, feeling secretly delighted. ''Ah! Lord Karnak trusts me so much!'' Of course, Karnak''s thoughts were entirely different. ''If she keeps fighting the undead, she might regain her past memories. I need to stay close to make sure I can restore her at the right moment.'' Laficel, resolutely gazing at the undead army, spoke with determination. "Don''t worry, Lord Karnak! I''ll protect you with my life!" "Uh, sure..." Her eyes were so pure, filled with complete trust in him. Once again, Karnak clutched his chest. ''Did dinner not sit well with me? Why do I feel this sudden discomfort?'' [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 124 - 123 Chapter 124: Chapter 123 South Chapel of the Saisha Temple. Numerous monsters were flooding into the building. It was Sephedes'' squad. While the main forces of the cult were attacking the west side of the temple, this group was attempting to infiltrate the dungeon. However, they couldn''t reach the basement. They were stopped on the first floor of the chapel, thanks to the desperate resistance of two clerics. The spacious chapel, where dozens of worshippers had been offering their prayers, was now overrun by snarling monsters. Their target was the small door leading to the dungeon, but it wasn''t easy to reach. The path to the door was a narrow corridor, fiercely defended by Alius and Belton. "You won''t get through, you bastards!" Belton shouted as he continuously swung his mace. The heavy, holy-enchanted weapon crushed the skull of an approaching orc with a sickening crack. Thwack! A gnoll charged forward next, slashing with its sword. Belton pushed it back with his shield, disrupting its balance before delivering another powerful strike. "Hyaaah!" Like most clerics, Belton had also mastered a fair degree of martial arts. He hadn''t had time to don his armor due to the urgency, but he was skillfully using his mace and shield to fend off the encroaching monsters. Alius, too, was engaged in a bloody battle, wielding both a longsword and a wand. He slashed at a charging wolf monster, forcing it to retreat before raising his wand and chanting a holy spell. "May the Holy Spear of Hatoba purify this land!" A blue lance of light materialized in midair and plunged into the ground, creating a whirlwind of holy light. The wolf monsters caught in the vortex howled in pain, bleeding as they were forced back. "Keaaak!" "Grrrrr...." Alius'' face darkened. ''Tch, it''s only this effective?'' Though he had managed to repel the monsters, none of them had been killed. If they were undead, this would have been enough to turn them all to dust. However, because they were living creatures, the power of his spell had been diminished. Belton, eyeing the mass of monsters, muttered in dismay. "Dear Goddess, what in the world is happening...?" They had been in the dungeon, discussing future plans, when suddenly the outside had grown strangely noisy. Rushing to the surface, they found that all the guards had been killed and the monsters had breached the chapel. Frantically picking up the fallen soldiers'' weapons, they drove the monsters back and were now holding the entrance to the dungeon. "Hah... hah..." It had only been a few minutes since the battle began, but both of them were already gasping for breath. Seeing them struggle, a necromancer taunted from the back. "Foolish dogs of the goddess, how long do you think the two of you can hold out?" Unfortunately, he wasn''t wrong. Alius quickly tried to think of a solution. "Damn it, how can we send a message...?" All the guards were dead, and they were trapped inside the building. How could they call for Karnak''s group? ''That''s it!'' Suddenly, Alius aimed his wand at the ceiling of the chapel. "Hatoba, grant me your radiance!" Boom! An explosion erupted from the ceiling. However, it wasn''t very powerful, only shattering some windows. "...Mr. Alius, what are you doing?" Belton was momentarily dumbfounded, wondering why Alius would break the temple''s windows. "This should be loud enough for them to hear from outside, right?" Alius said. Belton''s expression brightened. He, too, started casting a holy spell aimed at the ceiling. "Even if the windows are expensive, they''re cheaper than lives!" With a crashing sound, the stained glass windows of the chapel''s upper floor shattered one after another. Sephedes, realizing their plan, hastily commanded the monsters to move. "Go, servants of darkness! Slaughter them all!" *** They fought. They fought with everything they had. But there were too many monsters. They had no time to rest. Thud! Eventually, Belton dropped his mace. His grip had weakened to the point where he couldn''t hold it anymore. The necromancer sneered. "Didn''t I tell you? You won''t last long." It felt like they had been fighting for an eternity, but in reality, it hadn''t even been five minutes. "Damn it..." Alius cursed, trying to summon every last bit of his strength. Clang! Suddenly, with a loud crash, shards of glass fell onto the heads of the monsters. Something was smashing through the stained glass ceiling of the chapel. "Hah!" With a sharp shout, a red flash zipped through the monsters. In the blink of an eye, five orcs were dismembered, and a large knight landed gracefully on the ground. Alius exclaimed with delight. "Sir Baros!" Right after, a beautiful woman with red hair descended from the air as well. As she landed, she spun in a dazzling arc of light, cutting down all the surrounding monsters. With the area cleared, Serati turned and asked, "Are you both safe?" Belton let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks to you, Dame Serati." "What about the dungeon?" "It''s still secure." "Then we just need to take care of these monsters." The monsters hesitated and began to retreat. The intense aura emanating from the two warriors'' swords was so overwhelming that the monsters instinctively recoiled. Taking advantage of the moment, Alius helped Belton sit down near the entrance and then tightened his grip on his wand. "Catch your breath for a moment, Priest Belton. We''ll take care of things from here." A single priest alone isn''t much of a force in battle, but with strong warriors guarding them, they can perform at their best. "Hatoba! Grant your blessings to your children!" The goddess''s blessing enveloped Baros and Serati. Without wasting a moment, the two warriors charged forward, causing blood to rain throughout the chapel. "Aaagh!" "Graaaagh!" With the assistance of a first-tier inquisitor, the power of these two aura users was truly immense. Everywhere Baros and Serati passed, rivers of blood flowed in their wake. In an instant, the swarm of monsters was pushed back, all the way from the corridor to the opposite side of the chapel. "Ugh..." "To think there were warriors of this caliber still remaining in the temple..." The necromancers controlling the monsters recoiled in shock and retreated. At that moment, three swordsmen clad in light armor stepped forward. "Aura users?" "Then it''s our turn." Serati frowned. The enemies'' swords glowed with a dark, pitch-black light, and faint black smoke rose from their shoulders like a heat haze. "Dark battle aura..." Baros smirked slightly, recognizing the familiar energy and sight. "Dark Knights." *** The Dark Knights were knights who, unable to awaken their own aura, used the power of necromancy to wield a form of artificial aura. They were essentially living versions of Death Knights, warriors who had not yet fully succumbed to undeath. Baros himself had once walked this path. The dark knights sneered coldly as they pointed their black aura swords. "A Red Knight, huh." "You seem skilled, but..." "You''re no match for those blessed by Tesranak." Their words couldn''t simply be dismissed as arrogance. Dark aura, due to its nature, made it difficult to gauge the opponent''s level, but from their sheer presence, it was clear they were formidable. All three were on par with Serati at least, likely even above the level of a Red Knight. ''They''re not going to be easy,'' Serati thought as she tensed, flexing her fingers in preparation. "Ah, so you''re all dark aura users." Baros suddenly spoke up. "But why didn''t you step up until now?" "Huh?" The Dark Knights were momentarily confused by the question. "Over there, you know... the dungeon." Baros pointed toward the entrance leading to the basement. "If you''d stepped up earlier, you could have completed your objective before we even arrived, don''t you think?" He wasn''t wrong. If the three Dark Knights had attacked from the start, the priests, with no real protection, would have been swiftly decapitated. "So, why were you sitting back all this time?" After a brief hesitation, one of the knights responded, "...We were simply staying behind to guard our allies, just in case." "That''s a lie," Baros snorted. "You just wanted to make a flashy entrance." Having once been a Dark Knight himself, Baros knew exactly what they were thinking. He had the same thoughts back in the day when he hadn''t earned his power through his own effort but borrowed it from others. "You were waiting for an aura user like us to show up so you could make a grand appearance, isn''t that right?" "W-what nonsense are you spouting?!" The knight''s face flushed red, clearly revealing that Baros had struck a nerve. Even the other necromancers gave them a look as if to say, "Wait, is that really the case?" "It''s okay. I get it," Baros continued his taunt. "You lived a pathetic, lower-class life, swinging your sword all your life but never mastering aura. Then, all of a sudden, you got power, right? Of course, you''d want to make a dramatic entrance, wielding your aura sword like one of the naturally gifted knights. I understand, really." "Sh-shut up!" The Dark Knights, their faces now red with rage, lunged all at once. The Dark Knights swung their swords infused with dark aura, lashing out in furious rage. "You arrogant fool!" "I''ll cut off your limbs and make you beg for mercy!" Watching the dark aura fly from all directions, Serati inwardly admired the situation. ''So this was the plan.'' She had wondered why Baros was taunting the enemies so much in the face of battle, but now it was clear. The Dark Knights had lost their composure, and their swordsmanship had become as shaky as that of novices. With just a few words, Baros had brilliantly unsettled their focus. Serati unleashed her own aura and swung her sword in response. Red and black aura swords clashed in midair. Though the Dark Knight''s aura was stronger, Serati had the upper hand. Their overexcitement had caused them to lose control of their aura flow. "Haaah!" Serati deflected the force of the descending blow and used the rebound to launch a counterattack. Her fierce slash cut deeply across the chest of one of the Dark Knights. "Graaaagh!" As he collapsed, bleeding heavily, the fallen Dark Knight muttered in disbelief. "You... you damned heretic..." Baros, on the other hand, was having an even easier time. "Tsk tsk, the first one to lose their temper is the first to lose the fight." The dark aura swords flew at him from both sides, but the flow of their aura was irregular and full of gaps. With his vast experience, Baros didn''t miss those openings. He swung his sword lightly, as if it were a whip, and deflected the attacks. Boom! With the sound of aura clashing, their blades vibrated in midair. Baros had wrapped his own aura around the dark aura, causing it to backfire. For an ordinary aura user, this wouldn''t be a big problem¡ªjust a momentary disruption in breathing. But for the Dark Knights, it was different. ''Dark aura isn''t exactly healthy for the body,'' Baros thought. Both Dark Knights coughed up black blood simultaneously. "Urgh!" "Hack!" As they staggered, Baros moved in and delivered a mighty slash. Crash! With a thunderous sound, the Dark Knights were sent flying into the wall. Though they weren''t dead, the impact had clearly taken a toll on them, and they slumped to the ground, unable to move. The necromancers, who had been watching, stared in disbelief. "How could the Dark Knights fall so easily?" "This is impossible! They''re warriors on par with aura users!" Turning toward the necromancers, Baros let out a faint chuckle. "They didn''t fall because they were weak. They fell because they were stupid." His eyes then grew cold as he stepped forward. S~ea??h the Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Now, it''s time for a little talk with you lot, don''t you think?" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 125 - 124 Chapter 125: Chapter 124 "They lost because they were stupid..." Looking at the fallen Dark Knights, Sephedes let out a bitter laugh. "I have nothing to say. We didn''t even get a chance to do anything." Seeing him calm down instead, Baros clicked his tongue inwardly. ''Did I provoke him too much?'' Sephedes raised both of his arms. Around him, necromantic power surged and spread in all directions. "They couldn''t do anything, but..." Black smoke began to seep out from the fallen Dark Knights. It was the dark battle aura that had been the source of their power. "...thanks to that, they haven''t even used up much of their dark aura!" The dark battle aura gathered in midair and then flowed out of the broken chapel window. Serati frowned. ''What is he trying to do?'' Soon, black shadows began to rush into the chapel from all directions. Breaking through the main gate and climbing over the shattered windows, they started to appear one by one. "Death means being in the arms of Tesranak...." "There is no reason to fear..." "I shall offer my body to the true god!" There were about 20 of them, seemingly ordinary cultists armed with spears, sickles, and other agricultural tools. But what followed was anything but ordinary. Woooom! Dark battle aura erupted from the weapons of all of them. Serati''s eyes widened in shock. "Dark battle aura? That many of them?" Each one of them had an aura comparable to that of a Red Knight. They were not inferior compared to the Dark Knights they had just defeated. "Are you saying they are all Dark Knights?" Alius muttered in a somber voice. "They''re Black Servants." Dark Knights use dark battle aura, but the only difference between them and regular aura users is that they wield the aura more efficiently. On the other hand, Black Servants inject the dark battle aura in an instant and consume it in a short time. For a brief moment, they can exhibit power comparable to aura users, but once they exhaust the injected aura, that''s the end. Furthermore, the user inevitably loses their life in the end. Their bodies can''t endure the compression of all that power and end up collapsing. In other words, they are disposable puppets that wield dark battle aura. Alius continued with a bitter expression. "So, they''re basically time-limited aura users." "How long do they last?" "About 30 minutes?" "That''s quite long..." Even after demonstrating such a feat, Sephedes still wore a dissatisfied expression. ''Damn it, because of those bastards, I''ve had to waste all the dark battle aura I''d gathered.'' Even to a necromancer who took human lives lightly, Black Servants weren''t a particularly attractive spell. Who would want to waste precious dark energy, painstakingly collected, only to have it dissipate in half an hour? Naturally, it was better to create Dark Knights and use them carefully for a long time. However, despite the downside, the power was undeniable. For at least 30 minutes, more than 20 aura users were now under his control. "So, how do you feel about your little conversation?" Sephedes sneered, and Baros grinned in response. "I can''t say you''re stupid." There are plenty of people in the world who suffer greater losses because they hesitate over minor inconveniences. Sephedes, on the other hand, had made a bold decision and changed the situation. The Black Servants, radiating dark battle aura, began to tighten their encirclement. "Tesranak..." "Watch over us..." Even if their battle aura was similar, it was impossible to compare them to real Dark Knights. Originally, they were ordinary people, untrained in martial arts. And now, they were in a drug-induced daze. In a one-on-one fight, a Dark Knight would easily win. The problem was their numbers. "No matter what, twenty is way too many." Baros nodded. "Looks like rehab training ends here." Suddenly, a red flash flew straight at Sephedes. In the middle of speaking, Baros had thrown a battle aura-infused sword. Just as the sword was about to pierce through Sephedes, one of the Black Servants swung dark battle aura and intercepted it. Boom! With a loud crash, the red battle aura sword was deflected into the air. Startled, Sephedes shouted in frustration. "Did you really think such a sneak attack would work? I was already prepar¡ª" Before he could finish his sentence, the head of a nearby Black Servant was suddenly sliced off. "Kuhh!" With a faint groan, blood sprayed out like a fountain. The necromancers wore blank expressions. ''Huh?'' ''What?'' ''Why did that guy die?'' Only Serati, watching from a distance, had grasped the situation. The deflected battle aura sword suddenly changed direction in midair, drawing a large arc as it targeted the back of another Black Servant''s head. The Black Servants failed to react in time as they focused solely on protecting Sephedes according to orders. "One down." Baros flicked his wrist as he threw himself forward. Clang! The fallen longsword returned to him with a strange sound. A chain of red light appeared between his wrist and the sword¡ªan aura-formed chain. At last, Serati grasped the situation. ''He used that to change direction in midair.'' Gripping the sword again, Baros moved along the outskirts of the chapel. Three Black Servants pursued him. Dark battle aura surged at him sequentially from both the front and sides. Baros lowered his stance as if crawling along the ground and counterattacked. He slipped through the enemy''s assault with a sharp thrust, delivering a swift counter! "Gah!" The Black Servant''s throat was pierced, and black smoke billowed from the wound. Baros''s indifferent voice echoed faintly. "Two." It wasn''t over yet. Using his momentum, Baros twisted his body. As he passed by, the red battle aura sword suddenly shot upward into the air. The pursuing dark battle aura was also swept up and misdirected. In that gap, a lightning-fast downward slash struck with force. The red flash cleaved through the necks and chests of the remaining two enemies in sequence. "Three, four." The two Black Servants fell, spilling blood and malice, screaming as they collapsed. The necromancers were left speechless. In just a moment, something flashed, and they had already lost four of their forces. What''s worse, since Black Servants are disposable, once they fall, the dark battle aura they wield can''t be reused. Shaking with anger, Sephedes shouted at the top of his lungs. "Surround them! Attack all at once!" *** The Black Servants rushed in all at once. S§×ar?h the n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The necromancers standing behind them began to channel their dark energy. "So, this is where the fun from ambushes ends?" Baros clicked his tongue but didn''t seem particularly tense. "You two, guard the entrance to the basement." Serati and Alius shouted in surprise. "You''re going to face all those enemies alone?" "That''s impossible!" Baros made an embarrassed face. "Ah, actually..." He smiled warmly and turned his right hand. "It''s not that impossible." Clang! Once again, a chain of red aura stretched out from him. Sephedes flinched and stepped back in shock. The Black Servants blocked his way. Immediately, the chain sword danced, drawing intricate arcs through the air. In the same instant, one person exploded. Boom! Flesh scattered in every direction. The victim wasn''t Sephedes, nor were they one of the Black Servants. It was another necromancer, watching the situation from the sidelines, who had been struck down without even imagining that he would be targeted. "There''s one thing about people who hide behind others and shoot stuff." Baros spun the chain sword with a cold smile. "They always think it''s not their problem just because they''re a step back. Why do they think the ones in front will be the first to die?" Sephedes''s face turned pale. ''He''s a guy who''s seasoned in fighting necromancers!'' When the sword pierced the necromancer''s heart, the necromancer had already died instantly. However, Baros deliberately exploded the aura, shattering even the corpse. Leaving a body behind would only allow the necromancers to reuse. "Alright, here we go again!" With a shout, Baros threw himself forward. He extended his chain sword, aiming for the leading Black Servant. The opponent blocked the attack with dark battle aura. He manipulates the chainsword that bounces off the air and instead rams it into the ceiling. Then, with a pull, he hoisted himself into the air within the chapel! "Hah!" Being suspended in midair is generally not a favorable position in battle. But when one moves freely in midair, the situation changes entirely. The chain sword relentlessly assaulted the Black Servants. Like a snake, it lashed out in all directions, coiling, striking, and crushing them. The metallic clangs echoed like the warning rattles of a viper. Clang! The Black Servants tried desperately to fend off the storm of violence with their dark battle aura. Their power was certainly not something to be taken lightly. Even a glancing blow could deal a fatal wound to Baros. That is, if they could land a blow. "They can''t hit me." No matter how they swung and stabbed with their dark battle aura-infused swords, Baros slipped away like an illusion... "Hup!" Exploiting their openings, he delivered fatal strikes! "Aaah!" "Ugh!" Baros weaved through their screams like water, smiling contentedly. "Ah, it''s been a while since I''ve used this technique." The Desteran Style Chain Sword. It was the signature swordsmanship of Silver Knight Desteran, the leader of Sorch Black, the most powerful criminal organization that once ruled the darkness of the Lacaenia Empire, and an aura user who had reached the peak of silver sword aura. It was also a technique that Baros, as a Dark Knight, used frequently before he became a Death Knight. Until now, he hadn''t had enough aura to perform it, but he could finally execute it once again. Seeing Baros completely dominate the situation, Sephedes muttered in disbelief. "Were you not even fighting seriously until now?" Baros chuckled. "Come on, of course I''ve been fighting seriously. Do you think I''d mess around when my life''s on the line?" He wasn''t lying. He had been serious. Serious about gauging his opponents'' abilities, and serious about fighting them. "But now..." Before he could finish his sentence, Baros pushed off the ground and launched himself again. "...I''m seriously killing you." *** Baros, the Death Knight Lord and greatest subject of the Death King Karnak. In his previous life, he was undoubtedly one of the strongest warriors in the world. But before that, he had also been one of the world''s worst killers. A being so corrupted, having killed and killed again, that even the fragments of his soul were steeped in the stench of blood. The chains of aura bloomed like the flowers of hell, spraying dark red blood in every direction. Red flashes from the sword scattered all around. Baros himself was barely visible. It was as if the chain sword had come to life on its own, dancing freely. Clang! He simply moved the sword as his heart willed. Even without deliberate effort, his slaughter never deviated from its deadly purpose. Boom! Boom! Boom! Relentless explosions echoed through the merciless screams. "Aaah!" "Uuuggh!" And yet, neither Serati nor Alius, watching this unfold, felt any sense of unease. The ones Baros was killing now were the evil cultists and necromancers, after all. Depending on one''s perspective, the same actions can be perceived entirely differently. Alius clicked his tongue in amazement. "I had no idea Sir Baros was this strong. He''s gotten unbelievably powerful since the last time I saw him." Serati wore a helpless expression. "I''ve been with him this whole time, and even I didn''t know he was this strong..." Amid the shock from both allies and enemies, Baros continued to steadily reduce the number of Black Servants. Growing desperate, Sephedes summoned all of his remaining necromantic power. "Come forth, suffering souls of the abyss!" The two surviving necromancers also called upon their powers. "Rise, deceive death, and walk again on your own feet..." Wraiths began floating through the air inside the chapel, and dead monsters rose again as undead. Baros frowned slightly. ''Is this their final desperate act?'' There''s a saying that a cornered rat will bite a cat. Of course, even if the rat bites the cat, it will still end up being eaten. But that doesn''t mean the cat won''t feel the pain of the bite. Retracting his chain sword, Baros calmly sent out a message. [Dame Serati!] [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 126 - 125 Chapter 126: Chapter 125 A group of wraiths swirled around the chapel, wailing with ghostly cries. "Arrggh!" A horde of monster zombies growled as they surged forward. "Grraaa...." "Grraa...." Baros began spinning his chain sword in a wide arc. Chains of aura unraveled, and everything within a radius of several meters was engulfed in the destruction zone of the sword aura. Boom! Boom! Boom! The chapel began to collapse in various places. However, neither the wraiths nor the monster zombies were affected. They had already moved outside of the range. Instead, the Black Servants charged in. The pitch-black sword aura clashed with the red chain sword, creating waves of aura. Amid the constant explosions of sound, a series of back-and-forth exchanges followed. Suddenly, Baros glared at the necromancers and unleashed an intense wave of killing intent. "Ugh!" The necromancers were well aware of Baros''s sneaky tactics by now, where he would fight one enemy while targeting another. Panicked, the necromancers moved their monster zombies to block the front. At that moment, a blood-stained blade suddenly emerged from the chests of two necromancers. Their eyes bulged with bloodshot veins as their dying breaths echoed faintly. Sephedes'' eyes widened in shock. "What, what''s happening?" Behind the fallen necromancers, a beautiful woman with red hair appeared. It was Serati, who had been guarding the entrance to the basement moments ago. ''When did she get there?'' She had silently circled around the chapel and snuck behind the necromancers without anyone noticing. It had been Baros''s plan all along. The order to guard the entrance was just a decoy, and his real intention was elsewhere. [When the time is right, take care of the necromancers!] When everyone''s attention was on Baros, she quietly slipped away from the entrance, climbed along the chapel walls, and reached the necromancers'' rear. With two longswords in hand, she approached the necromancers, and in the moment when Baros''s killing intent distracted them¡ªstab! Thanks to this, she easily and efficiently dealt with two enemies. Though it would have been even better if Sephedes had been taken down as well, this was still an excellent result. Baros didn''t hold back his praise. "Well done, Dame Serati!" Serati quickly returned to her post by the entrance. Alius asked in disbelief, "Wait, when did you go there?" Even he, who was standing right next to her, hadn''t noticed. Serati realized now what Baros meant earlier. ''So, just because you have eyes doesn''t mean you''re actually seeing everything.'' Even if something is within your field of vision, if you''re not consciously aware of it, it''s as if you never saw it. She felt like she had come to some sort of understanding, though she wasn''t quite sure what it was yet. Meanwhile, the monster zombies were dropping one by one. With the necromancers who controlled them dead, their spells could no longer be maintained. All that remained were five Black Servants and the wraiths summoned by Sephedes. "Once we deal with these, it''s over," Baros said, grinning confidently. Sephedes scowled like a demon. "No! It''s not over yet!" The wraiths began pouring down on Baros like a waterfall. Spinning his chain sword like a shield, Baros blocked the attack and stepped back. "Mr. Alius!" Summoning the wraiths had been a mistake. There were not one, but two high-ranking priests present. "Let the light of Hatoba descend upon this land!" "Saisha, banish the unholy with your radiance!" As if they had been waiting for this, Alius and Belton cast a large-scale purification spell. The wraiths, caught in the divine light, began to thrash in the air. "Arrrggghh!" In that moment, Serati silently slipped out from the entrance again and charged toward Sephedes. Flames flared in Sephedes'' eyes. "You bastards!" Having been deceived once, he had been keeping a constant eye on Serati''s position. "Do you think you can fool me again?!" The Black Servants lunged to block her. Behind them, Baros seized the opportunity. He had used his enemies so far; now, he used his allies to break his opponent''s focus. [Thanks for being good bait.] Serati wasn''t fazed. [Go ahead and use me all you want.] She had already become familiar with how these people thought. She immediately spun around, engaging the Black Servants in a pincer attack. Despite being outnumbered five to two, the Black Servants were the ones being pushed back, thanks to the advantageous positioning and timing. "Krrgh!" "Argh!" In the end, all the Black Servants fell. The wraiths Sephedes had summoned couldn''t withstand the divine power of Alius and Belton and were also destroyed. All that was left was Sephedes, who was pale from exhaustion and out of necromantic power. "D-damn it...." Pointing his sword, Baros spoke coldly. "Surrender." "....Do you think I could?" Sephedes slumped his shoulders and laughed. "Heh, heh..." He cried out helplessly with a face full of despair. "You naive children of the goddess... You have no idea how cruel true darkness can be." Baros and Serati exchanged awkward glances. "Uh... well..." "I mean, that''s kind of...." It was debatable whether these two could really be called children of a "naive goddess." In any case, it seemed Sephedes had given up on everything. "At least I won''t have to worry about the aftermath...." With a sigh, darkness stirred within his body. It was the unique suicide method of the cultists, the Heart Explosion. Sensing the shift in energy, Baros panicked for a moment. ''Oh no!'' Come to think of it, Karnak wasn''t here right now. Even if he were, with two priests present, soul harvesting wouldn''t work. He had to stop this guy from committing suicide. ''But how? How do I stop this?'' Baros had spent his life killing people who wanted to live. He had no experience saving someone who wanted to die. ''Ah, what should I do?'' The thought process was long, but in reality, it took only a moment. Before he realized it, Serati had dashed forward like lightning and delivered a fierce uppercut to Sephedes''s jaw. Thwack! His neck snapped back, and Sephedes collapsed on the spot. Naturally, the heart explosion was halted. Sear?h the N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Gaaaah...." Hitting the jaw to knock out consciousness is much simpler than striking the nape of the neck to make someone faint. Of course, there''s the minor downside(?) of the jawbone shattering, but at least the person''s life was spared. "Why did you hesitate?" Baros scratched the back of his head, embarrassed. "I''ve never done this before, so I reacted slowly. I guess I should practice it later." Serati shook her head with a wry smile. "So there is something Sir Baros can''t do." *** The battle in the middle of the night ended in victory for the Temple of Saisha. All the undead army had been dealt with, and most of the cultists were either dead or captured. Those who survived were all imprisoned. Among them were Bishop Lehane of the Grenthal territory and Vice-Bishop Sephedes. To prevent suicide, they were gagged and their minds suppressed with divine power, lying unconscious on the prison floor. Afterward, the bodies of the undead and monsters around the temple were all burned. When facing necromancers, leaving bodies intact was the same as providing them with reinforcements. Even if not for that reason, the bodies had to be dealt with before they rotted, but there were too many to bury one by one. By the time they finished cleaning up, the morning sun was rising. As the surroundings brightened, the head of the Temple of Saisha, Trak, gave his orders. "Send a messenger to Kalat City. We need to contact the Evil Slaying Brigade." The elderly man, nearly 80 years old, had not participated in the battle but had been hiding, only now coming out to issue commands. After giving out various instructions, Trak bowed respectfully to Karnak and his group. "We owe a great debt to the collaborators of Hatoba. Leave the rest to us and please get some rest." Karnak shook his head. "We''re fine. Let us help finish this." Although Karnak had no empathy, he was skilled at pretending. Playing along with the situation, he continued. "Everyone is working hard, so how can we rest?" "We''re asking you to rest for our sake. What if the cultists attack again?" Without Karnak and his group, the temple forces would not have been able to repel the cultists the previous night. It was better for them to rest and recover their strength for future battles. Karnak had anticipated this response and had only made a show of offering help. "Then we''ll excuse ourselves." As the group returned to their quarters, Alius stayed behind with BVelton and other high-ranking priests to discuss what to do next. "What will you do now?" "We must gather the temple warriors and head to the Count''s castle as soon as possible." Currently, Count Hudel was not in the castle. This was the perfect opportunity to raid the castle and confiscate any evidence related to the cultists. "Isn''t everyone too exhausted?" One of the other priests expressed concern. Belton shook his head. "It''s not just about confiscating evidence. We don''t know what might happen to the knights and soldiers in the castle due to the cultists'' influence. We must act first." It was a valid point. "I''ll mobilize the soldiers immediately." *** Karnak had returned to his room obediently, but he had no intention of staying put. "Laficel, guard the room." "Yes, Lord Karnak!" After naturally separating Laficel, Karnak headed for the dungeon, accompanied by Baros and Serati. When the guards at the entrance saw them, they saluted. "Ah! Lord Karnak!" "Sir Baros!" Karnak pointed inside the prison. "I''d like to interrogate the cultists for a moment. Could you leave us alone for a bit?" "Yes, understood." The guards left their post immediately. No one suspected a thing. To them, Karnak and his group were the heroes who had saved the temple from the evil cultists. Even if they weren''t considered heroes, there was no reason to doubt them. Why would it be suspicious for those who captured cultists to want to interrogate them? Once they were alone, Karnak quickly set up a soundproof barrier. Then, he looked at the unconscious Lehane and Sephedes and smirked. "Now, let''s see if these guys have any useful information." Normally, he would have killed them and extracted their souls, but in this situation, that wasn''t possible. If these prisoners, who had been prevented from committing suicide, suddenly dropped dead, it would raise suspicion. "There''s no need to kill them right now." Luckily, Alius was away, and most of the other priests had also left. Karnak raised his index finger. "It''s a good day for needlework on their brains." Baros stood guard at the entrance. "I''ll keep watch." Serati narrowed her eyes. "Are you really going to do that again?" Karnak shrugged. "I''ve become more humane, haven''t I?" He probably thought it was a compliment. She didn''t know how to respond, so she just rubbed her temples. ''Ugh, I guess it''s better than killing them and extracting their souls.'' A few moments later, agonizing screams echoed within the prison. "Aaaaargh!" Thanks to the soundproof barrier, the screams would never escape, leaving only silence outside. *** An hour later, Karnak emerged from the dungeon with a satisfied grin. He had thoroughly rummaged through the minds of Lehane, Sephedes, and the other cultists. He had also gathered plenty of information about the cultists in the area. "Aah, what a productive day." He returned to his room, finally ready to catch up on some sleep. After a good rest, he woke up feeling hungry. Just as he stepped out of his room, ready to eat, he noticed something unusual. "Huh?" The temple courtyard was filled with wounded soldiers, sitting on the ground, covered in blood. They were the priests and soldiers of the Temple of Saisha. ''Could the cultists have attacked while I was sleeping?'' That couldn''t be. How could a massive battle have taken place without him noticing? If he were that oblivious, he would have died long before becoming the Death King. But then, what explained these signs of intense battle? Alius appeared exhausted among the defeated soldiers. As they hurriedly approached him, he saw him looking back at his group and sighing. "Ah, Lord Karnak... ... ." Baros asked, looking bewildered. "What on earth happened?" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 127 - 126 Chapter 127: Chapter 126 Alius, Belton, and about ten other priests crossed through the village, accompanied by over a hundred soldiers. The village residents, upon seeing them, cautiously moved away, trying to avoid drawing attention. "What are the priests doing here so early in the morning?" "And why does the atmosphere seem so... strange?" Their expressions were unusually stern. Having fought a fierce battle the night before, it was no surprise that none of them looked particularly well. They passed through the village and climbed the hill until they reached the gate of the Count''s castle. Now it was time to convince the knights and soldiers of the Count''s house to uncover evidence that Hudel was involved with the cult. The castle gates were firmly shut. Belton, surveying the castle, muttered, "Strange. They should have opened the gate by now." Two gatekeepers peeked out from above the gate. One of the priests shouted up at them, "I command you in the name of Saisha! There is suspicion that the Count''s family is involved with heresy, so open the gates at once! Delay any further, and you too will be accused of heresy!" They fully expected the gatekeepers to be terrified and open the gates immediately. Being accused of heresy in the Empire was no small matter. But the response was completely unexpected. "Hah!" S§×arch* The N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Filthy heretic scum!" The gatekeepers hurled insults and shot arrows at them! "Wha¡ª!" "Th-those bastards?" The priests hurriedly cast holy shield spells. Though their offense might be lacking, defense was a hallmark of holy magic, so the arrows harmlessly deflected. One of the priests cried out to the gatekeeper in disbelief. "Darlin! How could you shoot an arrow at me? I officiated your wedding!" One of the gatekeepers lowered his head, ashamed. "I-I''m sorry..." But then he remembered the situation. "...No, wait! My loyalty belongs to my one true master!" His speech wavered between respectful and casual, reflecting the awkwardness of the situation. The gatekeepers retreated behind the castle walls. The priests, too, fell back, glancing at each other. "Could it be that the entire castle of Count Grenthal has fallen to the cult?" "If so, this is the worst possible scenario..." It seemed their worst fears were coming true. A group of knights appeared above the gate. "It''s been a while, Priest Belton." It was Ancent, the strongest knight of the Grenthal family and a red aura user. Behind him were other knights and a 5th-circle mage named Kamiros. "Sir Ancent..." Belton scowled and asked, "Surely you all haven''t joined the cult too?" Ancent, a knight in his thirties standing in front, looked down at Belton and smiled coldly. "Who are you calling cultists? Lord Tesranak is the only one who can truly save this world!" There was no doubt. They had all fallen into the hands of the cult. Belton let out a sigh of despair. "I''ve made a grave mistake..." He had assumed that the forces they fought last night were all the cult had, so he only brought the priests and soldiers. Karnak and the others weren''t even here. If aura users and mages were among the cultists, there was no point in trying to fight. "Everyone, retreat!" At Belton''s command, the temple soldiers began to withdraw down the hill, casting wary glances at each other. "Hah! You think we''ll just let you go?" Watching them, Mage Kamiros raised his wand. "Come forth, fog. Creep and spread, and cover all directions." *** By the time they had fled down the hill and re-entered the village, the priests were confused. The streets were completely empty. "What''s going on?" "Where did everyone go?" Just moments ago, the streets had been bustling with people. Now, it was as if they had vanished like ghosts. Belton gritted his teeth. "Those cultist bastards, what are they scheming?" An eerie sound echoed from all directions. Saaa... Saaa... Fog began to roll in. It grew so thick that even the buildings across the street became barely visible. It was clear that if they stayed, they''d soon lose their way. Alius raised his wand. "Hatoba, shine your light and guide our way!" A brilliant light cut through the fog, allowing the priests to faintly make out the outlines of the village. But through the fog, something strange was approaching. "Lord Tesranak..." "Save us..." It was the missing villagers. They were muttering strange words as they slowly approached the priests with glazed eyes. Just like the others from the night before, they appeared to be under the influence of some drug. "Are they cultists again?" "But... there are so many of them." The priests exchanged shocked glances. No matter how large the cult''s influence, it was impossible that the entire village had turned into cultists. It seemed more likely that innocent civilians were being mind-controlled after being drugged. "Which means... perhaps those from last night..." A terrible realization swept over the priests, causing them to shudder. Had they mercilessly killed the faithful followers of the Goddess, mistaking them for cultists? "Ah, Lady Saisha..." "What shall we do with this sin..." Alius shouted at the despairing priests. "Everyone, pull yourselves together! We need to get out of here first!" "Thanks to the sun being up, the power of necromancy was significantly weakened. The controlled villagers were not as strong as the cultists from last night. We were able to handle them." Alius let out a sigh of relief. "Also, we were lucky the cult mage made a mistake." The mage had blanketed the entire village in thick fog to hinder the temple forces. Normally, they would have lost their way in the fog. However, most of the priests of Saisha, just like the cultists, were from this very land. They had lived here their entire lives and regularly traveled in and out of the village. How could a little fog make them lose their way? If anything, it was the fog that caused the mind-controlled villagers to lose track of the priests. "So, we were barely able to escape the village and return to the temple." Hearing this, Karnak stared up at Grenthal Castle from the distant hill. ''Has the entire castle been taken?'' Concentrating his senses, he began to detect traces of malevolent energy. ''Ah, they''ve set the whole stage.'' Even from this distance, he could feel the evil energy. If it was this strong here, the scene up close must resemble the fortress of a demon king straight out of a storybook. One of the priests who had escaped with them murmured fearfully, "I don''t know what the enemy will do next..." Serati shook her head. "We know exactly what they''ll do." They had only managed to escape because the sun was up. "They''ll wait for nightfall, and then attack again." The soldiers'' faces grew tense at the thought. They all remembered the bloody battle from the night before. The priests began to whisper among themselves. "What should we do?" "Maybe we should temporarily abandon the temple and retreat to Kalat City?" "What are you saying? We who serve Saisha cannot submit to those filthy cultists!" "All they want is to destroy the evidence. As long as we hold onto the prisoners..." "At this point, does evidence even matter?" Belton shouted in frustration. "Leaving the temple is out of the question!" This wasn''t just about pride or faith as clergy. It was simply impossible in practical terms. The temple of Saisha was a massive structure, and over a hundred priests and soldiers were stationed there. "How would we even move such a large group all at once?" The temple was fortified with holy barriers and was structurally built for defense. If they were attacked by cultists out on the road, they would likely be massacred. "We must face them here." Fortunately, there were many wounded among the temple soldiers, but few had actually died. Priests specialized in pulling soldiers from the brink of death and sending them back into battle. With Karnak and his group around, they could hold out for several days. Belton encouraged everyone and spoke resolutely. "We''ll hold out here until the Evil Slaying Brigade arrives." That night, the undead army came once more. Just as Serati had predicted. But there was something she hadn''t foreseen. The attacking undead were merely zombies and low-level monster corpses. There were only about a hundred of them at most. For soldiers blessed with holy spells, they were easy to dispatch. It made no sense. The confirmed cultist forces included a red aura user, a 5th-circle mage, nine knights, and nearly a hundred soldiers from the Count''s castle. Not to mention the necromancers and the worshippers of the Dark God hidden within. So why were they only sending a meager force of low-level undead? "I don''t understand." "Why would they waste their energy like this?" The priests were utterly confused. Only Karnak allowed himself a small, bitter smile. ''I was confused at first too.'' It wasn''t until after interrogating Lehane and Sephedes that he understood the cultists'' behavior. They were followers of the Dark God as much as they were necromancers. In other words, they were a secretive cult. ''That''s the weakness of a decentralized organization.'' The leader of this area, Hudel, was away. Bishop Lehane, who had taken charge in his absence, had been captured. Sephedes, the only one with a practical mind, was also now a prisoner. So, who was left? A few middle-ranking executives who barely knew each other by name, let alone face, were forced to play leaders. -We have to wait for Count Hudel to return! -No, we must strike down the heretics and rescue our comrades now! The cult had split into two factions. One group had holed up inside the castle, while the other led a force of zombies to attack the temple. The latter group was far weaker. After all, the main forces¡ªLehane and Sephedes¡ªhad been wiped out the night before. That''s why the cult''s attacks were so half-hearted. The undead army came every night after that, but it was always the same: zombies and low-level monsters. Of course, they were easily repelled. But even though they couldn''t launch an effective counterattack, the temple forces also couldn''t march on the Count''s castle. Their forces weren''t strong enough to take advantage of the daylight, and the undead weren''t strong enough to overwhelm them at night. Of course, if Karnak and his team got serious, they might be able to turn the tide. But they deliberately stayed in the temple, not taking the lead. "If we move too aggressively, it could be a problem." Hudel needed to return to the territory. Only then could they capture him and extract the information they needed. "What if the situation resolves itself before he gets back?" The enemy might slip away, disappearing into the shadows. "Until then, we need to lay low as well." *** It had been seven days since the cultists in Grenthal''s territory began their rebellion. A carriage passed through the main road. Inside was Count Hudel, returning home after finishing his business in the capital. As he entered his territory, Hudel opened the carriage window. The castle should be coming into view soon. He looked forward to resting and shaking off the fatigue of travel after returning to his home. But as he turned his gaze toward the castle... "What?" Hudel blinked in disbelief. Dark energy was swirling around the castle. Dark clouds loomed overhead, wraiths floated about, and the village was shrouded in thick, ominous fog. Shocked, Hudel muttered under his breath. "What the hell... is going on?" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 128 - 127 Chapter 128: Chapter 127 The Lord''s office in Count Grenthal''s castle. Hudel sat at his work desk, cradling his head in his hands with a heavy sigh. "Sigh..." The dozen or so men lined up in front of him anxiously watched for his reaction. "Count?" "Your Excellency, the Cardinal?" To his left were the knights of the Count Grenthal, and to his right were the followers of the Dark God who had been hiding within the estate. Hudel lifted his head briefly, scanning the faces of those standing before him, then lowered it again. Another deep sigh escaped him. "Sigh..." He had only delayed by about two weeks, no more. The only thing that delayed the schedule was a little bit because Elezar had suddenly ordered the collection of the cursed sword he had used, and he had to give related instructions to the Dark God''s cult hidden within the capital. But when he returned, the household was in shambles, and he was one step away from becoming a wanted man. ''What on earth is going on?'' Stifling the urge to cry, he tried to assess the situation, but it only made things worse. ''What? They declared war on the Saisha Temple?'' Hudel knew that Lehane had some zealous tendencies. But since he was effective at expanding the influence of the cult, Hudel hadn''t considered it much of a flaw. Little did he expect Lehane to cause such a colossal disaster. "What on earth were they thinking, attacking the temple openly?" The knights of the Count''s territory seized the opportunity to condemn those standing opposite them. "Exactly!" "What were they thinking with such a foolish move?" Meanwhile, Lehane''s followers nervously glanced around, anxious and unsure. "We did find it a bit suspicious..." "But it was Bishop Lehane''s order..." "He said it was the will of Tesranak..." Hudel, finding their excuses pathetic, turned away from them and glanced out the window. A few wandering evil spirits drifted lazily through the thick mist. Though it was still broad daylight, and their power was weak, such things shouldn''t be wandering around at this hour. Hudel''s gaze shifted back to his knights. "If they had already caused trouble, the least you could have done was clean up the aftermath. Why is the castle in this state?" This time, it was Lehane''s followers who shouted, agitated. "Exactly!" "Why is the castle in this state?" The Count''s knights answered awkwardly. "There are things in the castle that priests shouldn''t see..." "We couldn''t let them inside..." "And without you here, we didn''t know what to do." Hudel understood. Their mission was to protect the castle, and they were just following orders. If they were just ordinary knights, they hadn''t really done anything wrong. The problem was that these knights were also followers of the Dark God... ''Come to think of it, we never really had protocols for a situation like this.'' They had always cut off the tail to preserve the body when problems arose, but now, the entire body was exposed for the first time. Hudel smiled bitterly. ''Well, this was bound to happen sooner or later.'' The Gallant Mountain incident was just the trigger. The Dark God''s cult had been growing in power across the continent for over five years. Even those who had been persecuted now had some strength. It''s human nature to want to use power when you have it. There had been increasing voices within the cult calling for judgment upon the world in the name of Tesranak. They had been patient because they lacked power before, but now they had the strength to change the world. S§×ar?h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Of course, it still wasn''t time. The world remained strong. The Seven Goddesses'' Church was still solid. But not every member of the cult was wise enough to understand that. Hudel forced himself to regain his composure. The situation had already blown up. Blaming Lehane now wouldn''t change anything. First, he needed to understand how the Empire would respond. "Did the temple contact the outside?" His subordinates answered in turn. "They seem to have sent a messenger to Kalat City." "We tried to intercept them but failed." "They moved quickly. From what we can tell, they left the morning after the attack." Hudel stroked his chin. "So, it was six days ago, in the morning?" It took about two days on foot for a swift traveler to reach Kalat City from the Grenthal territory. That was enough time to contact the Evil Slaying Brigade. ''Of course, it would be unrealistic to expect they wouldn''t find out about this disaster.'' So, when would the brigade arrive at the Grenthal territory? ''I''ll need to do the math.'' Hudel spread a map of the western Empire across the table. *** The Seven Kingdoms Alliance followed a traditional feudal system. There was a king, and lords in each region who maintained the kingdom through mutual contracts. The Lacaenia Empire was a bit different. While it was primarily feudal, the Emperor''s power was also significant. It operated as a centralized local government system, which might seem contradictory at first glance. Each fief is still ruled by a feudal lord of the empire, but between these fiefs are cities directly controlled by the emperor. Through these directly controlled territories, the Emperor exerted substantial influence over all the lords of the Empire. It was a level of influence unmatched by the kings of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance. The reason this system worked was because each of these imperial cities had a dedicated magic communication center. In modern times, the most common way to deliver information was still by messenger. Whether on foot or horseback, having someone carry a letter was the most reliable method. In urgent situations, carrier pigeons were used, but they had too many limitations. Since they relied on their homing instinct, they could only be used for one-way communication. They could also be lost, and training pigeons was a tedious process. Thus, they were mostly used for military purposes. Magic expanded the range of communication slightly. High-level mages of the 7th Circle or above could use magical messages to replace carrier pigeons. Magical messages were far less likely to be lost and didn''t require training, so they were more convenient. However, there were still significant drawbacks. Only mages of the 7th Circle or higher could send and receive magical messages. Moreover, there were too few of these powerful mages. And it wasn''t as though mages that strong would spend their time delivering letters for others. While nobles or royalty could occasionally hire them at great expense for personal use, it wasn''t a system that could be implemented universally. Necromancers, on the other hand, had an easier method of communication. Instead of magical messages, they could use things like zombie crows or pigeons, a simple spell even beginner necromancers could use. However, this method released a considerable amount of evil energy during the process. A passing priest would see a dark figure soaring through the sky, radiating the power of darkness, and it would be a death sentence if discovered. Therefore, it wasn''t a method to be used lightly. Thus, the most common means of communication across the continent remained human messengers. But the Lacaenia Empire was different. As a massive empire that ruled over more than half the continent, they mobilized a large number of high-ranking mages to create an extraordinary network. At great expense, they laid a vast web of magic communication lines across their territory. It was so expensive that the Seven Kingdoms Alliance couldn''t even consider attempting it. Just installing the communication lines would consume a large portion of a national budget. The catalyst for the complex magic circle installed at each communication center was as valuable as its weight in gold, adding even more cost. Even maintaining the system was exorbitantly expensive. Each time a message was sent, the magical catalyst was consumed. Maintaining the network alone cost half the yearly budget of the Kingdom of Yustil. But the efficiency was unmatched. Running a magical communication center didn''t require a high-level mage. A mage of the 3rd Circle or higher could use it, and they could send real-time messages to any connected region. Magic communication centers were established in the four regions of the East, West, South, and North, and 17 cities under the direct control of the Emperor. This allowed the Empire to collect and disseminate information at a speed impossible for the feudal lords to match. It was a major factor supporting the Emperor''s power. Looking over the map, Hudel tried to estimate the messenger''s path. ''The messenger likely arrived in Kalat City on the evening of the fifth day and immediately used magic communication to contact the Evil Slaying Brigade.'' Unlike the King''s Order, which was limited to the small kingdom of Yustil, the Evil Slaying Brigade was the Empire''s forces, covering a vast area. The brigade was divided into five divisions stationed in the east, west, north, south, and central regions of the Empire. The division overseeing this area was stationed at H¨¢rlan Fortress, two days from Kalat City. How would the brigade have responded after receiving the message? Lehane''s actions amounted to rebellion. They would have declared an emergency. ''They must have started gathering troops immediately.'' If the brigade assembled their forces and marched to Grenthal at full speed, it would take about three to four days. ''They''re probably on their way now. If they''re fast, they''ll be here in two days.'' Having finished his calculations, Hudel leaned on his chin, lost in thought. ''What do I do now?'' The first thought that came to mind was to clean up the situation and escape unscathed. Kill everyone in the Saisha Temple, rebuild the temple with only the low-ranking priests, and throw a few cult members to the authorities as sacrificial lambs. Hudel and his faction would then pretend they had no ties to the Dark God''s cult. ''No, that won''t work.'' There are limits to how much you can cover up with lies. That strategy only worked when there were a few people involved. They had caused too much damage this time. Not only had they attacked the temple, but they had also destroyed the entire village below the castle. ''They even messed with outsiders.'' Grenthal''s territory was a key trading hub for merchants crossing the mountains to the Seven Kingdoms. Even after the incident, merchants continued to visit the estate. These foolish and zealous cult members had enslaved all of those outsiders with mind control. ''How could they so recklessly kill the goose that lays the golden eggs...'' Having built up the estate''s prosperity to this point, the situation pained Hudel greatly. Now, only one option remained. He had to flee in the night. He would have to abandon the power, status, and wealth he had accumulated. ''Yes, I must give up my position in the Empire.'' But he couldn''t give up his standing within the cult. If he was going to lose his influence as an imperial noble, he needed to secure power as a Dark Cardinal. Only then could he maintain his status within the cult. ''And the easiest, fastest way for a necromancer to grow in power is by offering sacrifices.'' Powerful aura users, mages, and devout priests were the most coveted sacrifices for demons. And they were all holed up in the Saisha Temple. "Tonight, we will use all of our forces to wipe out the temple." Having made up his mind, Hudel issued his command. "Activate all of the necromantic barriers in the castle to draw out power!" The expressions of those gathered brightened. A powerful necromancer alone could display the strength of an army. Hudel was strong enough to achieve that. "For Tesranak!" "We will finish them off tonight!" They were now ready to secure a decisive victory for the Dark God''s cult. The knights of the Count and the necromancers alike smiled with joy. ''Don''t smile, damn it!'' Seeing his subordinates celebrating made Hudel''s head throb once more. *** Karnak, who had been lounging around the temple, suddenly looked up. "Oh, I think he''s here." Baros looked at him in confusion. "What''s here?" "That Hudel guy." Serati, also puzzled, asked, "How do you know? Did you sense Hudel''s presence?" "Sense the presence of someone I''ve never even met? How would I do that?" Scoffing, Karnak threw a question back at the two of them. "Do you feel the change in the castle?" Baros and Serati concentrated for a moment before shaking their heads. "No, not at all." "It feels the same as usual." "Right? You can''t feel anything, can you?" The change happening in the Count''s castle right now was so subtle and refined that only someone like Karnak could barely perceive it. "If a necromancer that skilled had been in the castle from the start, last night''s attack wouldn''t have been so weak." In other words, Hudel had returned. "We should let the priests know. We need to start preparing." Karnak was about to leave the room to find Alius when Serati absentmindedly asked, "What will you say? How will you explain how you figured it out?" Karnak paused mid-step. "Oh, that''s a problem, isn''t it?" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 129 - 128 Chapter 129: Chapter 128 The river of darkness flowed with a steady current. The largest stream was occupied by an army of undead, made up of countless deaths. Zombies, ghouls, and the moving corpses of monsters trudged forward, their rotting footsteps accompanied by faint groans. Their number reached nearly hundreds. Uoooh.... Uoooh.... Humans who had their minds controlled also moved with them. Leading the front were the residents of the village and captured outsiders. They walked in a daze, holding spears and blades in their hands. The followers of the Dark God followed behind them. These were those who had been strengthened by the necromancy of the "Apostles of the Dark God." In their drug-induced stupor, they chanted the name of their god in their clouded minds. "Tesranak..." "Grant us a new world..." All of them were being controlled by twelve necromancers. Each one was cloaked in a thick aura of malevolence and malice, drawing power under the blessings of the night. Feeling the dark energy swirling around their bodies, the necromancers were pleased. "As expected, the power of the Cardinal is truly incredible." "I feel much stronger than usual." The knights of the count''s family also had a faint aura of darkness enveloping their bodies. They had obtained a dark battle aura through the dark knight''s sorcery. This was all thanks to the massive necromantic power flowing from the altars of darkness installed throughout the castle. The confidence that they could crush anyone, even the Evil Slaying Brigade or the Empire''s army, filled them. Amidst their heightened morale, Hudel''s forces continued their march. In the distance, the Saisha Temple came into view. Torches were lit throughout the building, making it fairly bright despite the night. Hudel muttered. "They''re prepared, as expected." There was no way they wouldn''t be ready, having been attacked by a zombie army night after night. They surely expected another attack tonight as well. Unfortunately for them, tonight would not end with just zombies. He held the necromancers, cultists, and the knights of his family in reserve. The plan was to pretend as usual by sending only the zombies at first and then suddenly launch an all-out assault, making it easier to completely subdue the temple. "It wasn''t deliberate, but it seems I''ve laid a trap." With a cold smile, Hudel raised his right hand. "In the name of the Dark God, I command you." The zombies and ghouls at the front began to emit a blue glow from their eyes. "Bring death to this land." No sooner had the order been given than the horde of hundreds of corpses surged forward, attacking the temple as if to overwhelm it. A barrier of light unfolded around the temple, holding off the zombies'' assault. Sparks flew and waves of holy light spread out in all directions. Zap! Zap! But it didn''t last long. Before long, the barrier of light collapsed, and the zombies breached the temple''s defenses. Seeing this, Hudel frowned. ''That was too weak.'' The barrier had fallen much faster than expected. Moreover, there were no priests or soldiers in sight, only the holy barrier itself blocking the attack. ''Are the priests exhausted? Or are they deliberately conserving their strength?'' In the end, the holy barrier couldn''t hold and was completely destroyed. Though it was suspicious, Hudel couldn''t miss the opportunity. He gave the order for the full assault. "Go forth, children of Tesranak!" The cultists'' army surged towards the Saisha Temple like a tidal wave. Roars erupted from all directions. "Waaahhh!" But the roars began to die down. "Waaah...?" The excited troops looked around, their expressions hardening. "Huh?" "Where are they?" Panic set in as they searched the temple grounds, but no one was there. No priests, no soldiers, not even the common servants or maids. The place was truly empty. Even the dungeon was deserted. They had taken even the captured prisoners with them. "They abandoned the temple and fled?" Upon receiving the report, Hudel''s face went blank with disbelief. "...That can''t be true." It wasn''t that he thought the clergy were too rigid to come up with such a simple idea. Abandoning the temple and fleeing would be tantamount to surrendering to the heretical cultists, a grave sin against the goddesses'' doctrine. No matter how much they valued their lives, it wasn''t a decision they could make lightly. "A few might flee, but the entire temple doing so?" That''s when it happened. Suddenly, a faint explosion was heard behind them. Kuuuung... Everyone turned in surprise. And they were shocked once more. ''What?'' ''The castle?'' Explosions were going off all over the count''s castle. And not just ordinary explosions, but holy explosions, caused by the power of the goddess. Boom! Boom! Boom! That wasn''t all. In the fog-covered village, the light of holy spells was also rising from various places. Hudel''s face twisted into a grotesque grimace. "No way!" *** As soon as Karnak noticed the enemy''s trick, he sought out the priests of Saisha. "Count Hudel has returned. It seems he intends to launch a full-scale assault tonight." When the priests wondered how he knew, he once again invoked his great teacher. As always, Dallas served as a perfect excuse. "The magic school I studied specializes in dealing with necromancy." Alius also chimed in from the side. "Lord Karnak has always been skilled at reading the traces of darkness." There was precedent, after all. During the witch hunt, hadn''t Karnak saved the people by detecting the traces of necromancy that no one else had noticed? "You can trust Lord Karnak''s words. I vouch for him." He was a man of loyalty, once he decided to trust someone. Serati, on the other hand, could only apologize inwardly. ''I''m so sorry, Mr. Alius!'' Karnak then persuaded the priests to abandon the temple. Naturally, they resisted at first, but Karnak''s eloquence won them over. He had no talent for understanding people. But he certainly had a talent for stirring them up. "All the servants of the goddess must rise and deliver divine punishment upon that sinful count''s castle!" It wasn''t about abandoning the temple. It was about launching a full-scale attack. That was his argument. Of course, the priests still had trouble accepting it. "But... But..." "How can we allow the holy temple to be trampled by those filthy cultists?" "Which is why we must act quickly!" Before the cultists could defile the temple, they needed to set the castle ablaze, forcing the cultists to return to defend it. "...Is that so?" It sounded reasonable. And yet... not quite. "What about the cultists we''ve captured?" "We can hide them in a barn for the time being." "But what if they''re found?" "If their home is burning down, will they really have time to rescue their comrades?" Of course, Karnak didn''t mention that fighting meant certain death. Saying that would only make them seem afraid of losing their lives, which would have the opposite effect. In the end, the priests were completely swayed. And so, they quietly left the temple at night, setting the castle ablaze and shattering the necromantic barrier. "Oh Saisha, strike down my enemies!" Even though holy power was weaker compared to magic or aura, there was nothing better than priests and holy spells when dealing with necromancy. Holy light struck the necromantic barrier at every point. Each time, the barrier shattered, and dark energy dispersed into the air. Even the soldiers were busy at work. "Set it on fire!" "Destroy the cultists'' evil altars!" There was no battle to be fought. Hudel had taken all his forces with him. What was there to stop them in an empty village and an empty castle? Serati alone found it a little strange. "This is odd." She hadn''t expected it to be this empty. "I thought they''d at least leave some minimal defense." Naturally, Karnak nodded in agreement. "I would have done the same." Though he didn''t understand people''s minds, he knew the minds of necromancers all too well. Especially those trying to flee after being caught using necromancy¡ªhe could read their intentions like the back of his hand. "If they''re planning to run anyway, why would they care about the castle? They just use it one last time and discard it." But now, they wouldn''t even get to use it that "one last time." So now, the cultists had only one option left. Looking in the direction of the Saisha Temple, Karnak smiled brightly. "They must be rushing back in a panic." *** A river must always flow steadily. If it flows backward, it just becomes a filthy stream. Hudel''s forces were in utter disarray as they retreated. On their way to the temple, they had surged forward with the momentum of a dark river, but now they were rushing back, their ranks in shambles and their pace chaotic. Zombies, ghouls, cultists, and necromancers were all mixed together, creating a cacophony of footsteps. At the front of the line, Hudel gritted his teeth. "Damn those bastards!" As time passed, the dark power that had imbued his followers was weakening. This was proof that the necromantic barriers set up in village were being destroyed in real-time. The dark power he had painstakingly gathered over the years was slipping away into the void. And that wasn''t the only problem. Flames were rising from the castle, where the precious altars were located. Those altars were essential for offering sacrifices and gaining greater power. If the altars were lost, even if he captured the priests, he would be stuck in the territory for several more days. It would take that long to rebuild the altars. This would inevitably lead to an encounter with the Evil Slaying Brigade and the Imperial army, and the outcome of that would not be pleasant. Hudel kept urging his cultists forward. "Run faster!" Eventually, they reached the outskirts of the village. Standing at the village entrance, the cultists scanned their surroundings. No matter how urgent the situation was, they couldn''t afford to rush in recklessly. No doubt, the soldiers from Saisha Temple would be lying in ambush. As they cautiously approached the castle, a thick fog suddenly began to roll in. Ssshhh... The entire area was quickly blanketed in a dense fog, obscuring their vision. The mage Kamiros frowned. "It seems the enemy is using magic fog." "It appears so. But why?" Were they trying to make them lose their way? Sear?h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. If so, it was a foolish tactic. Hudel and the cultists were all natives of this land.The village was their home. They wouldn''t get lost just because the fog was thick. The problem was that this was the same mistake Kamiros had made just a few days earlier. No matter how foolish they were, it didn''t make sense for them to repeat the same mistake that their enemy had just made. Ancent offered another guess. "Could they be planning to ambush us by limiting our vision?" "That''s also..." Hudel''s expression was uncertain. In large-scale open-field battles, using fog for ambush tactics was a known strategy. But this was the village. If a battle broke out, it would be urban warfare. If they couldn''t see, then their enemies wouldn''t be able to see either. How could limiting their vision with fog benefit the temple''s forces? ''I don''t understand, but I can''t think of any other explanation.'' They strengthened their vigilance and continued toward the count''s castle. "Prepare for an ambush! They may be lying in wait!" They carefully scanned their surroundings. The temple''s soldiers could be hiding in the alleyways. The windows and rooftops of the buildings were also areas of concern. They might launch arrows from above. Just as they were about to enter the western plaza of the village... Their enemies had indeed been lying in wait. But Hudel and the cultists had never imagined where. They had been underground. Aaaaaaah! With eerie wails, countless wraiths burst forth from the ground. The zombies, ghouls, and other undead were caught in the wraiths'' attack and began to crumble at a terrifying rate. The panicked cultists fell into chaos. "Was it a trap?" "That can''t be!" "This is necromancy!" How could there be a necromancer among the goddesses'' allies? And even if there were, how could they use necromancy in a situation like this? "That''s impossible! The priests would be watching with their eyes wide open...!" At that moment, Hudel''s words were cut off. Come to think of it, the thick fog was still all around them. Whether their eyes were wide open or not, it didn''t matter if they couldn''t see anything. "Damn it!" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 130 - 129 Chapter 130: Chapter 129 The zombies and ghouls were continuously being cut down and exploded under the onslaught of the wraiths. Aaaah! Uwaaah! However, the wraiths couldn''t hold out for long either. The necromancers stepped in to prevent further losses. "How dare you use the power of Tesranak in front of us!" "We''ll show you how terrifying the true power of darkness can be!" Two men were watching the scene from the roof of a general store in the village. "They''re not holding out for long, huh?" The fog was too thick to see clearly, but it was easy to tell that the wraiths were being extinguished one after another. Even so, Karnak didn''t blink an eye. He had nothing to lose, after all. He glanced at the blue-lit lantern in his hand. "This is great. It''s convenient and takes no effort." It was the Lantern of the Lost Souls, a relic left behind by Kale, one of Detzras'' subordinates. ...Though calling it a relic was a bit ambiguous since Kale himself was trapped inside, struggling to be let out. "Aaaaaagh!" "Quiet." "Grrrr..." Karnak pressed Kale''s ghost, which was protruding from the lantern, back inside before summoning the wraiths again. Next to him, Baros frowned. "Excuse me, young master." "What?" "The lantern is cracking." "Well, of course it is. I''m overusing it without much thought." It was supposed to have been submitted to the King''s Order a while ago. But upon closer inspection, Karnak realized it had a lot of practical uses. So, he stashed it in his illusory space to use a few more times. Naturally, if he used it too long, he''d be found out, so he planned to use it quickly and discard it. "And you''re planning to submit it after it becomes trash?" "I have to collect an extra bonus, don''t I?" His effort to pour all the remaining darkness into the lantern paid off. The number of low-tier undead, like zombies and ghouls, had been reduced by more than half. Although the knights of Hudel and the necromancers of the cult had yet to be touched, it didn''t matter much. The reason for using the Lantern of the Lost Souls wasn''t to deal with them. As long as it helped reduce the numbers of the annoying undead army before the real battle, that was a satisfying result. Eventually, all the wraiths summoned by the lantern were annihilated. Karnak stepped away from the rooftop''s wall and asked Baros, "Are Laficel and Serati in position?" "Yes." As they descended from the building, Karnak gestured with his chin. "Send the signal." *** Serati and Laficel were waiting in the fog alongside the temple soldiers. They remained calm, barely breathing, and soon heard a faint rumbling from the distance. Boom! Boom! It was the promised signal. Due to the fog, fire-based signals were hard to see clearly. Moreover, using fire would reveal their location to the enemy. Once fired, their position would be exposed. In contrast, sound-based signals were quite useful in this situation. For someone like Baros, breaking through a wall or two wasn''t a big deal. And in the fog, the sound scattered, making it difficult to pinpoint their location. The cultists, startled by the booming sound, began looking around in confusion. "What? What''s happening?" Serati drew her sword. With a surge of red aura around her blade, she charged directly into the enemy ranks! "Attack, everyone!" With a war cry, Laficel and the temple soldiers followed her lead. In line with the planned signal, they struck the enemy''s flank. "Waaah!" Soon, battles broke out all over the streets. Slashing through drug-addled zealots, the soldiers fought with wild excitement. "As expected of Lord Karnak!" "The number of zombies has drastically decreased!" Karnak had claimed that he would counter the undead army using his unique magic that repurposed necromancy, known as the Redeemer of Necromancy. Just as he said, there were hardly any zombies or ghouls left¡ªmostly just cultists. Amidst the chaos of clashing weapons, Serati continued cutting through cultists as she made her way toward the center of the enemy lines. That was where the knights of the count''s family were stationed. "Laficel, deal with the cultists!" Just as Laficel was about to follow Serati, she hesitated and asked, "What about you, unnie?" "I''ll handle things over there." "Then, I should go with you!" "Do as you''re told!" The knights of the count''s family were all users of dark battle aura, making them too much for the still-developing Laficel. Though conflicted for a moment, Laficel soon agreed. "...Alright!" The necromancers of Hudel didn''t remain idle either. Though momentarily flustered by the surprise attack, they quickly regained composure and summoned hordes of hell monsters. "Aaagh!" "Graaaah!" As the summoning gates opened, all kinds of hell creatures poured out. At that moment, another loud boom echoed. Boom! Simultaneously, a divine light began to rise from behind the enemy lines. "Oh Saisha! Rain down the light that scorches the darkness!" It was the priests of Saisha, leading a small force of elite soldiers. Their powerful holy spells engulfed the hell monsters. The monsters'' movements slowed significantly as they staggered. The elite soldiers wasted no time, thrusting their spears and swords, which had been blessed with holy water, into the monsters. "Hyaah!" Seeing the situation, Hudel urgently gave orders. "Sir Ancent! Lead the knights and take on the priests! Switch opponents!" From a rooftop, a voice mocked him. "Heh, this guy doesn''t know how to command." The blonde knight, Baros, had already charged into the center of the enemy lines. "Switching formations in the middle of an already chaotic battlefield? That''ll only make things worse." Sure enough, Hudel''s forces were thrown into even greater confusion due to the abrupt orders. In the midst of this, Baros''s red aura sword slashed through the enemy ranks. "Excuse me, coming through." Normally, charging alone into enemy lines would be a foolish move that would result in being surrounded. But with their allies controlling the outskirts, it was more like a breakthrough to the center. Baros''s charge completely split the enemy formation in half. "Is everyone alright?" He joined Serati and shook his right hand. The chains of his aura unraveled in unison. Clink! The red aura chains flail wildly in the air like a living creature. They soared, changed direction, stabbed, and danced, spinning like a whirlwind. It was as if a massive brush was painting an epic scene on the canvas of the sky. The only issue was that the paint was the blood of the enemy. Screams and cries of agony echoed relentlessly. "Aaaah!" "Uwaaaah!" With expert precision, Baros wielded his chain sword, moving freely through the enemy ranks. Watching him, Laficel''s eyes sparkled. "Wow! Baros oppa is amazing!" She felt a sudden urge to imitate him. But she wasn''t an aura user. She didn''t have the ability to create chains out of aura or change the direction of her sword in mid-air. ''What should I do?'' After a brief moment of contemplation, Laficel accepted reality. ''I''ll just do what I can.'' This was a village where people lived. And in daily life, ropes were quite commonly used for various tasks. Finding a suitable rope wasn''t hard at all. She tied the rope to the hilt of her sword and began swinging it around. "Like this? Like this? Is this right?" After a few spins, she seemed to get the hang of it. Feeling confident, Laficel leapt forward. "Hiyah!" Once again, the battlefield was painted with scenes of blood. Though the scale was slightly smaller than Baros''s, the precision of her attacks was not lacking in the slightest. Watching this, Serati couldn''t help but wonder. ''What is she doing now?'' Laficel''s earlier technique had at least been an extension of her swordsmanship, so there was something to be learned from it. But this chain sword imitation was something entirely different. ''How does one even practice such a thing?'' At that moment, Baros''s words echoed in her mind. [There''s one thing I didn''t get a chance to tell you before.] [What''s that?] [When dealing with Laficel, there''s something just as important as learning from her.] He knew exactly what Serati was thinking. After all, he had been through the same thing in the past. [If it doesn''t seem right, give up on it immediately.] [...Excuse me?] [I''m serious. Trying to imitate her will only ruin your own swordsmanship. There were actually quite a few people who did just that.] Knowing what doesn''t suit you is important. Many lives have been ruined by failing to recognize this. [That makes sense.] Serati shifted her focus away from Laficel. ''I''ll just stick to what I can do.'' Letting go of her curiosity, she returned to her own swordsmanship. Her sword swings became even more precise. *** Baros and Serati continued to push the knights of Hudel. "Hyaaah!" With a mighty shout, Baros''s chain sword wrapped around and struck down everything in its path like a serpent. The knights of the count''s family tried hard to counter with their dark aura swords, but it was futile. Whenever they got caught in the chain sword, they couldn''t hold out and were quickly defeated. The confused knights ground their teeth in frustration. "Damn it! We''re aura users too!" "How are we being overpowered like this?" Serati felt the same way. [Aren''t these guys Dark Knights? But they''re a lot weaker than I expected.] Dark Knights were supposed to be as strong as red aura users. But when clashing swords with them, Serati felt like their aura strength was barely half of hers. Baros nodded in understanding and explained. Sear?h the n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. [That''s because we''ve been setting the count''s castle on fire.] The dark aura that these knights used was drawn from necromantic altars set up in the count''s castle. With those altars destroyed, the amount of energy flowing to them had naturally decreased. Also, although Baros didn''t know it, there was another reason why they were weaker. It was true that the cultists had stockpiled a considerable amount of dark aura. They had enough to empower all the knights of the count''s family. However, just a few days ago, a certain bishop had taken all of it. And not only had he taken it, he had used it all up, leaving nothing to be recovered. ''Lehane has really messed things up in every possible way!'' Grinding his teeth, Hudel assessed the battlefield. At the front lines, the necromancers were struggling against the priests of Saisha. The divine light was relentlessly pressing down on the darkness. The necromancers were clearly losing ground. The protective barriers they had set up had all been shattered. The lay members of the Dark God''s cult were fighting the temple soldiers, but they too were on the losing side. Even though the cult had far more people, most of them were drugged and incapable of making sound judgments. On the other hand, the temple soldiers were all seasoned veterans. In fact, after being constantly ambushed every night, they had all turned into elite warriors. Moreover, that young girl leading the charge was far too fearsome! "Hiyah! Haaah! Hyap!" With cute battle cries, she was swinging her rope-bound swords wildly, causing blood to spray everywhere. Not long ago, she had only been spinning a single sword, but she had already grown accustomed to it and was now wielding dual swords. ''Wow, now I can handle two at once!'' The knights of the count''s family were already being slaughtered by Baros and Serati. Hudel clenched his fists in frustration. ''This wasn''t how it was supposed to go...'' His original plan had been to tie down the temple''s strong fighters with the undead army and the cult''s soldiers. During that time, the knights were supposed to target the priests, while the necromancers dealt with the temple soldiers. Even if they suffered losses in numbers, the end result should have been victory. But their positions and timing had been completely preempted. And all in real time. ''How did this happen?'' This wasn''t something that could be explained by mere strategy or tactics. ''It''s as if they''re watching the entire battlefield...'' *** The answer to Hudel''s question was quite simple. They really were watching the entire battlefield. ''Good, everything is going smoothly.'' Standing on the rooftop, Karnak took in the entire village with a single glance. The fog was so thick that nothing could be seen from the ground, but that wasn''t an issue. Tendrils of dark energy were rising everywhere in the fog, reaching up to the sky. And it wasn''t just one or two tendrils. Pillars of malevolent energy were forming all over the village. It felt like watching pieces on a giant chessboard. He could see everything, while the enemy was blind. There was no way to lose. ''But soon, he will start to catch on...'' Even so, Hudel didn''t have many options. In fact, to be precise, he had only one choice. ''Alright, come on. Let''s play.'' [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 131 - 130 Chapter 131: Chapter 130 As Karnak expected, Hudel finally grasped the situation, albeit belatedly. ''The bastard is observing the entire battlefield from above the building!'' Looking back, it was such a simple thought, and Hudel couldn''t understand why he hadn''t realized it earlier. But it couldn''t be helped. After all, he had almost no combat experience. As a necromancer, he had performed all sorts of secretive tasks, but this was his first time in actual combat. "I command with the power of the abyss! Arise, De-Petle!" A crimson tentacle was summoned from the ground. Hudel leaped onto the tentacle, rising swiftly to the rooftop of a nearby building. Once he ascended above the mist, he could finally perceive Karnak''s presence. ''So that''s where he was?'' Beyond the thick fog, he could sense mana. The mana itself wasn''t very strong, probably around a 6th Circle level. Of course, that made Karnak an high-ranking mage, certainly not weak, but it was a bit surprising considering the scope of what he had been doing. ''I expected a more powerful mage.'' Still, it was clear that this man was commanding the entire temple army. In other words, if he could deal with Karnak, the situation could be reversed. Dark aura of malice seeped from Hudel''s shoulders. "Come forth, dominion of hell..." He summoned his necromantic power, spreading it out in all directions. A chilling darkness began to cover the skies above the battlefield. "The void shall open its mouth and spew forth disaster!" Dozens of dimensional gates appeared across the night sky. From these pitch-black holes emerged Hell Imps, mid-tier monsters from hell with fiery tongues writhing beneath burning eyes. The Imps flew straight toward Karnak. A strange noise echoed between the flapping of their wings. "Kyahaha!" "Sacrifice!" "It''s a sacrifice!" Karnak smiled with satisfaction. "Oh, he''s doing all of that? Impressive." It was quite an elegant use of necromancy¡ªnot just brute force. ''Perfect for causing disruption.'' Raising his wand, Karnak began a light chant. "I shall become the one who redeems the sins of darkness!" He activated chaos magic, triggering the spell Redeemer of Necromancy. Chains of light materialized in the air, snaking toward the Hell Imps, binding them by the neck. Hudel''s eyes widened in shock. ''What?'' He could feel it¡ªthe sensation of his control slipping away like sand through his fingers. ''This can''t be!'' The Hell Imps, who had been flying toward Karnak, abruptly stopped and turned around. They opened their mouths wide, spewing fire toward Hudel instead. BOOM! Hudel hastily crossed his arms. "Gah!" Darkness spread out, forming a shield. The flames slammed into the curtain of darkness, causing an explosion. BAM! Through the thick smoke, Hudel reappeared. "Gasp... gasp..." Thanks to his quick defense, he wasn''t injured, but the mental shock was evident on his face. ''What is that spell?'' It wasn''t surprising because such magic shouldn''t exist. He was shocked precisely because he knew it did. ''.....How does that bastard know Lady Elezar''s spell?'' *** Beyond the mist, the Hell Imps rampaged through the sky, raining hellfire down on the streets below. Crackling! The scorching heat was palpable on their skin. The necromancers were in a state of panic. "Ahhh!" "Why are those things attacking us?" The priests of Saisha didn''t look much better. "Aren''t those things on our side?" "I think so... but..." Logically, they understood that the Hell Imps had switched to their side, but seeing demons up close instinctively made them want to cast exorcism spells. "This feels really awkward." The Hell Imps continued their rampage, attacking the cultists indiscriminately. Kamiros, the mage of Count Grenthal''s household, anxiously surveyed the surroundings. The number of fallen cultists was increasing. ''I have to do something about this.'' But half-hearted magic or necromancy wouldn''t work. He had no choice but to use the most powerful method at his disposal, even if it meant risking his life. Kamiros thrust his staff into the ground. "Arise! Spirit of the Earth!" The ground in the village square erupted, forming a massive golem. He quickly followed up with necromancy. "By the command of your master, descend, Wailing Armor of Darkness!" A giant floating suit of armor appeared. The armor and the golem then fused, letting out a powerful roar. ROOOAR! It was a fusion spell once used by Detzras, the Golem Knight. This was the most powerful spell a 5th Circle mage and necromancer could cast. A few Hell Imps flew toward the Golem Knight, breathing fire. BOOM! Sear?h the Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Explosions erupted across the armor, but little damage was done. The Golem Knight took a step forward, extending both hands. Its large, lid-like hands grabbed two Hell Imps by the throat. "Kek?" "Kyaa!" Before they could even react, the Golem Knight clenched its fists. CRACK! Like squeezing fruit, demonic juices splattered everywhere. Though Hell Imps were formidable demons, they were crushed with ease. Of course, the strain on Kamiros was immense. "Guh, gah..." Both his mana and necromantic power were being drained rapidly, leaving him on the verge of collapse. His entire body felt limp, as though he could fall at any moment. But he fought to maintain his focus. ''Not yet! I can''t fall yet!'' He had finally summoned the Golem Knight. At the very least, he needed to eliminate the key figures from the temple side. Pointing at Baros and Serati, who were sweeping through the battlefield, Kamiros shouted. "Get rid of those bastards first!" The Golem Knight thundered forward, swinging its massive hands. BAM! With a brutal impact, blood splattered into the air. "Argh!" "Aaah!" But the ones who had been crushed were Count Grenthal''s own knights. They had relaxed, thinking reinforcements were arriving, only to be struck down mercilessly. Kamiros let out a dumbfounded groan. "...What?" *** Observing from beyond the mist, Karnak smiled faintly. "Sorry, but I''ve already seen that one before." Detzras'' Golem Knight was indeed a powerful spell, but Karnak had long since understood every aspect of its structure. He twirled his wand, creating glowing points of light in the air. "Here, here, here, and finally, here!" Tap, tap, tap, tap! A wave rippled from the final point, flying straight toward the Golem Knight. A ring of light coiled around the golem''s stone head. With that, all control of the Golem Knight shifted entirely to Karnak. ROOOAR! The massive figure charged into the cultists'' ranks. The Golem Knight was a monster that even knights wielding dark battle aura could barely withstand. The common followers had no chance. "Ahhh!" "Noooo!" As the sky filled with screams, blood flowed like a river. Kamiros trembled at the horrific sight. "W-What... is this?" The Golem Knight was completely out of his control. Despite that, both his mana and necromantic power continued to drain away. His power was killing his own allies. Was there any reason to hold on to his consciousness any longer? "Damn it..." Without a reason to concentrate, his focus naturally broke. His consciousness faded, and with it, the Golem Knight was unsummoned. "Already? That guy has no willpower," Karnak muttered, clicking his tongue as he looked elsewhere. By then, Baros was already rushing toward the fallen Kamiros. The distance between the rooftop and the street below was too great for subtle communication. So, Karnak just shouted loudly. "Capture him alive, Baros!" If it had been just Karnak''s party, they would have killed him and used necromancy to extract information. But they were working with the priests now. ''To live like a human, you have to be considerate of the situation.'' Baros fully understood the situation. Approaching the fallen Kamiros, he lightly swung his aura blade. Slash! The mage''s wrists were severed. With the heat applied during the cut, the cross-sections were charred black. Whether it was a mage or a necromancer, without hands, they couldn''t form seals, greatly limiting their power. It was a quick and safe way to neutralize them. Of course, to onlookers, it was a horrifying sight. Ancent was terrified and ran with his teeth chattering. "Kamiros!" Behind Baros, a red battle aura sword extended. The red aura sliced through the air. And was effortlessly deflected. "Gah!" The one who blocked the strike was the red-haired swordswoman who had been clashing with him from the start. "Damn, where did these monsters come from?" The blonde knight was formidable enough, but this woman''s skills were no ordinary thing either. She looked like a young maiden, and yet she was on par with himself, the strongest knight in Count Grenthal''s territory. As Serati watched his expression of frustration, she couldn''t help but be puzzled. ''A monster? Me?'' But when she thought about it, it made sense. Facing Ancent wasn''t particularly difficult for her. In the past, it would have been a fierce battle that could have gone either way. ''Since when did I become this strong?'' Even as she marveled at herself, she effortlessly deflected his battle aura sword and brought down a diagonal slash. "Ugh!" Ancent, already exhausted, had no strength left to resist. He dropped his sword and fell to his knees. "Urgh..." Hudel looked down at the ground with a gloomy expression. ''Ancent, Kamiros...'' To be honest, he didn''t have much attachment to the other necromancers. Despite his high position in the cult of the Dark God, he wasn''t particularly fond of zealots. After all, weren''t those zealots the ones who caused this entire mess? But those two were different. They were loyal vassals of the Count''s household and had shown great dedication to him. It was thanks to Ancent and Kamiros that they had been able to hold the line, even while being pushed back. Now that both had fallen, the collapse of their forces was accelerating. In the sky, the Imps spewed fire, while on the ground, holy light and red aura flashed, and each time, more of his allies were slain. At this rate, the outcome was clear. Hudel steeled himself. ''There''s no other choice now.'' If he hesitated any longer, even the slim chance he had left might vanish. ''...I have no choice but to abandon the path of humanity!'' Hudel clasped his hands to his chest, drawing upon the vast dark energy within him. "By the bindings of the contract, I compel these to justify their existence..." The darkness spread, consuming the mist. All the cultists scattered throughout the street fell under its influence. "Huh?" "Your Eminence, Cardinal?" A black mark appeared on the foreheads of the necromancers. The cultists and the knights of the Count''s household were no different. From the pitch-black symbols, dark energy began to pour out. "My lord!" "Could it be... he''s turning on us?" Screams erupted from all directions. Vast amounts of vital energy were being drawn from their bodies, along with their souls. "Your sacrifice will not be forgotten." As the darkness gathered, Hudel spoke solemnly. "When a better world comes, we shall meet again." The hardcore zealots were filled with ecstasy as they cried out. "For Tesranak!" "We offer our bodies and souls!" Those still sane screamed in terror. "Damn it, you son of a...!" "I don''t want to die!" Regardless of how they felt, the result was the same. The drawn-out souls and energy converged into Hudel. His entire body was engulfed in darkness, swelling larger and larger. "O Abyss, pierce the eye of the moon and cast a night of blood!" The night sky turned crimson, revealing a gigantic form. It was a creature of darkness that had consumed every necromancer and cultist present. [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 132 - 131 Chapter 132: Chapter 131Beneath the blood-red sky, a grotesque, unholy figure writhed. Bones and mucus floated within its form. Five legs trampled buildings while eight arms stretched out in all directions. A distorted face clung to its shoulders, rippling like a mirage. At first glance, it resembled a colossal slime, towering several tens of meters. But it was far more terrifying and hideous than any real slime, which would seem cute in comparison. The priests of Saisha gasped in horror and shouted. "My God, what vile abomination is this?" "It''s eating its comrades!" It was necromancy, the most vile and forbidden art, a spell that no human should ever practice. Glaring at Hudel, Karnak exploded in rage. "What kind of monstrous act is this? These were the very subordinates who trusted and followed you!" His proud, upright stance as he looked up to the heavens without a hint of shame left Serati with her mouth wide open. ''Wow, look at this shameless man.'' Wasn''t this the very same thing Karnak tried to do when he fought Laficel? Baros shrugged his shoulders proudly. [As expected, our young master is quite the actor.] [And you''re proud of that?] [Better than not being able to act at all, right?] Baros wore a leisurely expression. No matter how powerful it was, it was still necromancy. And in this place stood the former Death King himself. ''The young master will handle it.'' Sure enough, the spreading darkness began to dissipate from the edges. Balls of light formed in the darkness, drilling into its surface with a strange noise. Scratch, scratch, scratch... The spell of Karnak was devouring that massive darkness. ''So, it''s going this way after all?'' Hudel calmly observed the situation. ''I don''t know how he knows this magic...'' He had learned the principles of magic through Elezar, though he couldn''t cast it himself since he wasn''t a mage. This magic exploited the flaws in a spell''s structure, causing errors and turning them against the caster. Therefore, he either needed to use necromancy so simple that no errors could arise, or... ''Focus the necromantic power on a single point to avoid creating any gaps!'' Floating in the darkness, Hudel opened his mouth. "I bestow fate upon a nameless existence." The darkness, which had been spreading in all directions, rapidly compressed. The massive figure, once several tens of meters tall, shrank to just a few meters, tearing the air apart as it did so. "Come forth, one who speaks the name of death!" *** The enormous, formless being was no more. In its place stood a giant of darkness, towering at three meters. It was still massive, though much smaller compared to its previous size. Yet, despite its reduced size, it wasn''t weaker. On the contrary, the darkness had become highly concentrated, and its surface shimmered like black obsidian. "Whatever tricks you think you have up your sleeve..." S~ea??h the N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The dark giant that Hudel had become opened its red eyes wide. "They are meaningless before absolute power!" A black storm swept across the sky over the village. The fierce winds of destruction engulfed Karnak and the entire village. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! But that wasn''t the end. The storm split the sky, raining down blood. Wherever the blood touched, buildings and the stone pavement melted, releasing smoke. "Take cover!" "Everyone, deploy the divine light!" The clerics and temple soldiers scrambled to take shelter under holy barriers to avoid the bloody rain. Watching from above, Hudel sneered arrogantly. "Hmph! You look like rats!" And he had every right to be smug. With a single strike, the entire area had been turned into ruins. Alius trembled as he looked up at the rooftop. "Such overwhelming power..." Amidst the smoke and flames, a half-collapsed building came into view. Karnak, his body protected by a magic shield, brushed his hair back. "Impressive." His entire body was covered in dirt, but he didn''t seem injured. Hudel narrowed his eyes. "Ho, you managed to avoid it." Looking up at Karnak, Serati sent him a message. [Should we join in, Lord Karnak?] [Not yet.] Hudel''s arrogant voice continued. "Go ahead, try another trick." "I see." With a subtle reply, Karnak began to float into the air. Hudel''s expression stiffened slightly. ''Levitation magic? That''s inefficient during battle.'' Mages flying gracefully through the air, shooting fire and lightning? It might look cool, but in reality, it made them easy targets. Sometimes, in large-scale battles, it was used to demoralize the enemy, but in this situation, it was pointless. And yet, he was intentionally making himself a target in the sky? "Hmph, I''ll swat you down like a fly." Hudel raised both arms with a sneer. Dozens of black lightning bolts shot from behind his shoulders. "Let''s see if you can dodge this!" Indeed, Karnak didn''t dodge. Every attack struck him head-on! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! And yet, he didn''t fall. Using levitation magic, Karnak had deployed a barrier, blocking all of the attacks. Hudel let out a small sigh of admiration. "Your defense is quite good." But it was merely a 6th-circle barrier spell. Meanwhile, he had devoured countless dark cultists and necromancers, gaining immense power. He had even compressed it for greater potency. "How long do you think you can last?" The explosions continued. BOOM! BOOM! Hudel''s brow furrowed slightly. ''Something''s wrong.'' His opponent was holding out too well. Far too well. ''How can a 6th-circle barrier be this strong?'' It should have shattered long ago. Unless the barrier had been repeatedly refreshed upon breaking, there was no way it could last this long. ''What the hell?'' Suddenly, Karnak asked an incomprehensible question. "Can you see me?" Startled, Hudel focused his mind. ''Is this an illusion or some sort of trick?'' No, Karnak was definitely standing right before him. "What... are you trying to say?" "Can you really see me?" "Why are you asking such an obvious question?!" An ominous feeling crept into Hudel''s voice, making him sound more irritable. Karnak smiled faintly. "Then you''re not looking down." ''Down?'' Instinctively, Hudel looked toward the ground below the building, and his face turned pale. Twenty golems had extended their hands toward him. ''W-What?! When did they get there?'' On top of the thick stone hands, round magic circles flickered. Twenty magic bullets were roaring, ready to be unleashed. Whirr... Whirr... With a playful tone, Karnak snapped his fingers. "Fire!" Twenty streams of fire streaked through the sky. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! *** A 3-meter-tall dark giant crashed into the street in the midst of the smoke. Crash! The moment it landed, the golems lunged at it all at once. From all sides, the massive stone golems pummeled it with punches. Panicked, Hudel retaliated. "Ugh, ughhhhh!" A savage brawl broke out between the dark giant and the stone golems. They grappled, struck, kicked, and hurled each other. Each time, stone fragments and shards of darkness scattered in all directions. Thud! Thud! Crash! "Ugh!" Hudel was growing more flustered. Each time a golem broke, so did part of Hudel''s body. ''Why is my body breaking so easily?'' Karnak''s golems were certainly powerful. He had to admit that. But even considering that, his necromantic armor was shattering far too easily. ''Is there a spell that breaks the defenses of darkness?'' Hovering in the air, Karnak looked down at the street below, stroking his chin. "Tsk, tsk. You should at least know what you''re doing." Magic requires focus; necromancy requires dispersion. These are the ways to maximize each one''s power. "But what happens if you concentrate necromantic power on a single point?" When necromantic power clumps together haphazardly, it just turns into a formless, fragile darkness. In the case of the Candy Witch, it was a unique situation that caught Karnak off guard, but normally, it''s ineffective. Meanwhile, Karnak''s power is focused, creating a single point of destruction. In other words, Hudel was currently crashing his own weakness into his opponent''s strength... "If you punch yourself in the gut, who''s going to hurt more?" And it''s not like using a simpler necromantic spell would neutralize the Karnak''s spell either. A simpler necromantic spell would be far weaker. Until now, Karnak''s necromantic power had been minimal, which was why it worked. Despite the vast difference in necromantic power, hadn''t Karnak still come out on top? The greatest advantage of his spell was this: Even if the enemy could respond, they''d still end up in a worse position. The only true way to counter the Redeemer of Necromancy was to reverse-engineer the spell formula and block it through similar methods. "Of course, he isn''t capable of that." Muttering to himself, Karnak aimed his wand at Hudel on the ground. "I''d feel bad letting the golems do all the work. I should give them a hand." A brilliant flash of light tore through the air and struck the earth. BOOM! The deafening explosion sent the dark giant crashing through buildings. A long trail of devastation stretched across the village. "D-Damn it!" Writhing on the ground, Hudel began to release darkness in all directions. "This... this can''t be happening!" He couldn''t comprehend it. Even if his necromantic technique didn''t adhere to strict principles, the raw power he had amassed was immense. It shouldn''t be this weak. "This power, gained through everyone''s sacrifice!" Slowly descending from the air, Karnak landed in front of Hudel. "Yes, that''s another reason why you''re weak." "What?" Hudel staggered and tried to get up, but then collapsed again. "Ugh!" Whatever was happening, the necromantic power inside his body was going haywire, completely beyond his control. As Karnak approached, he clicked his tongue. "You still feel pity for the people you consumed, don''t you? That''s why you''re talking about sacrifices and such." Hudel''s face went blank, unable to grasp what Karnak was saying. ''What? How can I not call a sacrifice a sacrifice?'' Karnak raised his right hand. "That''s why you''ll never make it." A necessary sacrifice for the greater good? If you''re fooling yourself with that logic, you''ll never become a true necromancer. If you''re going to feel guilty about the lives you sacrificed, you shouldn''t have sacrificed them at all. Or, you should kill them so casually that the word "sacrifice" doesn''t even cross your mind. "Do you cry every time you pick up a spoon, thinking about the farmer''s blood and sweat?" Karnak''s finger pointed at Hudel''s chest. "You should eat your meals without a care." He whispered an incantation. "Let there be a piercing flash, Arcane Burst." A burst of light tore away all of Hudel''s darkness. With an explosive sound, the battered Hudel rolled across the ground. There was no scream, only the faint sound of shallow breathing. "I''ll keep you alive for now. There''s still much I need to learn." Looking down at the fallen Hudel, Karnak clicked his tongue. Hudel''s necromancy wasn''t weak. But he had failed to use it properly, which left him vulnerable. Because he still clung to his humanity. To become a true necromancer, one must cast aside the life of a human. To live like a human, you cannot become a true necromancer. "It''s hard to live like a human, isn''t it?" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 133 - 132 Chapter 133: Chapter 132The long night passed, and finally, morning came. The village, now a battlefield, had transformed into a hell. Everywhere, there were shattered corpses of zombies and monsters. The bodies of dead cultists and necromancers lay scattered throughout the village. No matter how evil the cultists were, they were still beloved family members and neighbors. Many had been controlled without guilt and died as a result. The survivors wept as they gazed upon the dead. S~ea??h the ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Father!" "Uwaaaa!" "Oh noooo!" But those responsible for cleaning up this calamity no longer existed. Most of the retainers of the Count''s household, who governed the territory, were cultists. All of them had been drained of their dark energy by Hudel and died. Instead, the priests of Saisha, including Alius and Belton, were moving about busily. The Count''s castle had burned down, the village was half destroyed, and the temple of the territory was in ruins. There was much to be done. They scraped together food and supplies, managing to prepare a meal somehow. Then, they began the cleanup. They moved the injured to the relatively intact buildings and set up temporary shelters for those who had lost their homes. Because there were so many dead and injured, manpower was severely lacking. Thus, even Serati and Laficel, despite their exhaustion, were helping as much as they could. "Are you alright, grandmother?" "Laficel, take this child to the temporary shelter too!" "Yes, Serati unnie!" Karnak and Baros were also busy. Of course, not to help the people. They weren''t quite that humane yet. They ran straight to the inn they had stayed in to gather their belongings. "Fortunately, no one stole our stuff." "Who would''ve thought the innkeeper was a cultist." "It wouldn''t have been a big deal even if we had lost it. We didn''t carry anything that valuable." "What do you mean? Elf-made underwear is super expensive." "...Did Dame Serati really buy something like that?" When they returned to the village hall with their packed bags, Serati glared at them. "I appreciate you packing our things, but could you help over here now?" Karnak blinked. "Huh? Why?" Baros blinked too. "Do we really have to help?" "I don''t think anything these people did was as helpful as me defeating Hudel." "Isn''t this enough for outsiders?" Both of them tilted their heads in confusion. But Serati didn''t bother scolding them. By now, she understood. It wasn''t that they didn''t want to help or found it annoying¡ªthey genuinely didn''t understand why they should. And she was beginning to understand how to handle them. "You''re right." "Huh?" "Lord Karnak, you''re absolutely right." "So, can we just rest?" "Yes, you can." Serati subtly switched the conversation to a secret telepathic message. [If you want to live like a decent person, help out.] [Why is helping them living like a decent person?] [Have you ever understood the actions of other people?] [No.] [Then, of course, you won''t understand this either.] She glanced over at Laficel. [So, don''t try to understand, just follow Laficel''s lead.] [Follow Laficel?] [Yes. She''s supposed to be humanity''s last hero, isn''t she?] Even now, having lost all her memories and powers and reverted to a child''s body, Laficel was still running around, trying to help people. [If you don''t want to become a villain again, it''s safest to follow someone who never becomes one, regardless of the situation.] Baros and Karnak looked at each other. [That''s... convincing.] [...Yeah, it is!] After that, both of them joined the rescue effort. Karnak used magic to clear debris and save survivors, while Baros diligently carried the injured. Neither of them had any idea why they were doing it, and their expressions showed it. But they didn''t care. ''Laficel doesn''t know the reason either since she lost her memory...'' ''But she''s still doing it instinctively, right?'' ''So, there must be a reason.'' The villagers tearfully expressed their gratitude. "Thank you. Thank you so much." "May the blessings of the Goddess be with you..." Even as the villagers thanked them, neither Karnak nor Baros felt anything in particular. After all, they would never see these people again once they left. Moreover, the gratitude of common folk was fleeting, disappearing easily in the storm of the world''s hardships. But the expressions of the priests of Saisha as they looked at Karnak''s group were filled with warmth. "You''ve worked hard." "You must be exhausted..." Karnak''s group wasn''t even from the empire; they were from the Seven Kingdoms. Nevertheless, they had defeated the cultists and saved the territory, and now they were helping as if it were their own task. It was impossible not to be moved. "There are so many in this world with power who don''t fulfill their duties..." "These people truly understand the responsibilities that come with strength." For Karnak and Baros, it was a rather novel experience. When they had been fighting the cultists last night, they hadn''t received looks like these. [So, that''s it. Even if you do good deeds, there''s a difference in the type of good deed.] [Doing good deeds alone doesn''t raise your reputation.] [You have to make sure people know about it for it to be valuable!] Serati sighed again as she watched the two of them reach this new realization. [...Why do you interpret things like that?] *** After focusing hard on resolving the situation, an entire day had passed. It was late afternoon when Karnak and the others were finally freed from their tasks. After putting the exhausted Laficel to sleep in a corner of the room, Karnak began discussing their future plans. Roughly calculating, the Evil Slaying Brigade was expected to arrive sometime between tomorrow and the day after. "We''ll wait until then." The plan was to hand over Hudel and the captured cultists while making sure their presence was noted and appreciated. That way, the next time they had to come to the empire, things would be more convenient. Serati clicked her tongue. "You don''t understand people''s feelings, yet you''re really good at things like this." Feeling wronged, Karnak protested. "I don''t completely misunderstand human emotions, you know?" He could understand human greed. Emotions like fear, resentment, hatred, and anger also made sense to him. It was just love, compassion, pity, and protective instincts that he couldn''t grasp. "So, I''m actually a very emotional person. But why do people keep saying I have no emotions?" "Well, um..." Serati stammered, unsure how to answer. In any case, there was something to be done before the Evil Slaying Brigade arrived. "We need to get what we can from Hudel." Baros stroked his sword. "Do we kill him and extract his soul?" Killing someone while keeping their soul intact wasn''t easy. They needed to be fully aware that they were dying to make it easier to perform necromancy later. Sometimes people died too peacefully, unaware they were dead, and became wraiths, which made soul summoning significantly more difficult. Baros was well-versed in the technique of making sure someone died fully aware of their death. Karnak shook his head. "Let''s try the needle first." If they could extract the information easily, there was no need to kill him. It was better to hand him over alive and rack up more favors with the Evil Slaying Brigade. "If he resists too much, we''ll say it was an accident and hand over the body." *** Hudel was imprisoned in the underground storage of a warehouse on the outskirts of the village. It had originally been a food storage for winter, but now, with the Saisha temple and the Count''s castle both destroyed, it was the sturdiest building left. Thick iron bars had been installed to prevent theft, making it the perfect place to hold a prisoner. After telling the guards to step aside for a moment, Karnak and his group descended into the underground chamber. "How''ve you been, Mr. cultist?" Hudel, with his necromantic power sealed by divine cuffs, ground his teeth. "Hmph! No matter what you do, I won''t talk!" Karnak casually replied as he set up a soundproof barrier. "Don''t talk, then." After blocking out the surrounding noise, he immediately pulled out a thin needle made of chaos power. Seeing this, Hudel''s face filled with terror. "Wh-what is that?" Thunk! The needle pierced the back of his head without warning. Hudel''s expression instantly changed. "Uuurgh..." Drooling, he began to hang his head. "I''m getting better at this with practice." Karnak had become skilled enough in manipulating the brain with chaos power that it was starting to approach the efficiency of necromancy. "See? There''s nothing in this world you can''t get better at with effort." Baros sneered. "That''s probably the most corrupted version of the word ''effort'' I''ve ever heard." Serati stood by, listening to the conversation with a conflicted expression. She had gotten so used to them that this kind of talk didn''t even seem strange anymore. ''Oh dear, I wonder if I''m okay with this.'' After completely subjugating Hudel''s mind, Karnak gave his command. "Alright, tell me your life story." *** Hudel Grenthal''s childhood had many similarities to Karnak''s. Although he wasn''t an illegitimate child, he had three older brothers, making his chances of inheriting the territory very slim. He had grown up without love under a father who treated his children as possessions, much like Karnak had. The key difference was that while Karnak had been treated as a good-for-nothing, Hudel had been a bright child from a young age. But that turned out to be a problem. Hudel''s talent made his brothers jealous, and they frequently bullied him. His father, the previous lord, simply told Hudel to serve and follow his eldest brother, not tolerating any defiance. At one point, Hudel considered leaving the family entirely and becoming a mage or a priest. But being a mage or priest wasn''t something you could achieve with intelligence alone. You needed an innate talent for mana or divine power. Unfortunately, Hudel had no such talent. Just like Karnak. It was five years ago, when the Darkness of Doom first spread across the world, that things changed for Hudel. After absorbing the Darkness of Doom, Hudel found he could control the powerful power of death with sheer willpower. For a teenager, it must have been an overwhelming temptation. Yet Hudel showed a different side compared to other necromancers. Rather than feeling ecstasy in the face of his newfound power, he felt fear first. ''Uncontrollable power is nothing but disaster.'' At the time, little was known about the Darkness of Doom. But instinctively, Hudel realized this power was related to necromancy. So he asked his father to send him to the capital city, Thea Crahan, for study. He claimed he wanted to support his brothers better by deepening his knowledge and asked for financial backing. This was a very favorable decision for the Grenthal family. It solved the troublesome succession issue cleanly, so there was no reason to oppose it. Thus, Hudel enrolled in the academy in the capital. While studying administration and other subjects, he delved into magic and ancient texts, desperately searching for knowledge about necromancy. ''I need to find a way to properly control this power. I mustn''t let it be discovered before then.'' He was extremely careful. For two whole years, he gathered information without anyone finding out. Eventually, he even managed to grasp the basics of necromancy. And yet, in the end, his secret was uncovered. One day, while secretly practicing necromancy in a secluded forest, a woman appeared before him. "You''ve managed to learn that much on your own? Quite an interesting child." He already knew who she was. She had occasionally appeared at the academy, and he had seen her from a distance a few times. So, Hudel gave up on everything. It was the Imperial Court Mage, Elezar de Reflacion. What could he possibly do in the presence of that great Archmage? It was then that a subtle, dark aura began to emanate from her entire body. "N-necromancy?" Hudel was shocked. Even he knew the basic principle that different forces in the world couldn''t mix. But an archmage? A 10th-circle mage, using necromancy? How was that possible? "I''ll take you under my wing, child." Her soft voice whispered in Hudel''s ear. "If you truly want to master the power of darkness, follow me." *** "I see." A spark of interest flickered in Karnak''s eyes. "Elezar, was it?" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 134 - 133 Chapter 134: Chapter 133After that day, Hudel became a direct subordinate of Elezar. He wasn''t particularly taken as a disciple, as he had no aptitude for magic. Instead, he was appointed as a secretary. From that point on, Hudel managed the administration of the magic tower and secretly learned necromancy from Elezar. Where she obtained it from, Hudel never knew, but she possessed a wealth of information on necromancy. By then, he had already gathered enough necromantic power from the Darkness of Doom, and it took less than a year for him to become a powerful necromancer. Once he could handle his tasks to a certain degree, Elezar led Hudel to the cult of the Dark God. Besides being an Imperial mage of the empire, she held another identity. She was one of the three saints of the cult of the Dark God, known as the Saintess of Destruction. "Wow, to think the Imperial mage of the empire was the Saintess of Destruction..." Serati clicked her tongue in astonishment as she listened. The Pope of Death, the Buddha of Darkness, and the Saintess of Destruction. They were the three saints leading the Order of the Dark God, which worshiped Tesranak. Of course, the Seven Church of the Goddesses referred to them as demons. Karnak wasn''t surprised. "Someone like Elezar wouldn''t be in a low position, would she? If she was truly involved with a cult, she''d naturally be at the top." Unfortunately, the identities of the other two saints remained unknown. Hudel had no information on them either. "I''ve never met them personally. Lady Elezar never mentioned them either." Still, the fact that one of the three saints had been exposed was significant. If the Empire or the Church of the Seven Goddesses heard this news, they would be greatly pleased. "It was a good thing I kept this one alive." By handing Hudel over to the Evil Slaying Brigade, the empire would also learn about Elezar''s true identity. "It''d be ideal if they handle it themselves, and even if not, things will become much easier from here on." With a grin, Karnak urged Hudel to continue. "So, what happened next?" *** Even after pledging his loyalty to the cult of the Dark God, Hudel continued to work as Elezar''s trusted confidant. Publicly, he was the secretary of the imperial mage, and within the cult, he served the Saintess of Destruction with utmost devotion. During this time, his necromantic power grew stronger, and his position within the cult rose to that of a Cardinal. With power and authority in hand, he returned to his homeland, the Grenthal Territory, and cleanly resolved an old grievance. That is, by killing his entire family and monopolizing the territory for himself. "This part isn''t much different from what we investigated." With Elezar backing him, there was no issue in assuming the position of the new lord. He smoothly became the lord of the Grenthal Territory. Afterward, Hudel''s main task was to serve as the messenger between the cult of the Dark God within the Seven Kingdoms Alliance and the empire. He acted as a sort of vanguard to expand the order''s influence into the western regions of the empire. Baros nodded. "If this guy disappears, the cultists within the Seven Kingdoms Alliance will be shaken as well." Karnak waved his hand dismissively. "Come on, there''s bound to be other connections besides him. Do you really think this is the only one?" From this, a further, more plausible assumption could be made. Serati pointed it out. "It seems like most of the cult''s key forces are concentrated in the empire." If there were someone like Elezar in the Seven Kingdoms Alliance, there''d be no reason to have Hudel act as the vanguard. "We can probably trust the strong forces of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance to a certain extent." "That''s good news." Even after this, Hudel traveled between the imperial capital and the Grenthal Territory, handling the various duties of the cult as per Elezar''s command. While most of it was new to Karnak and his party, there were also incidents closely related to them. "Was it this guy who sent Laficel around wielding a cursed sword?" They had discovered Hudel by backtracking the incident where the souls of the princes of Yustil were swapped, so it was naturally connected. But Karnak hadn''t expected that the Cursed Sword Mareda incident was also this guy''s doing. Realizing the timing was right, Karnak asked seriously. "Why did you give Laficel that cursed sword?" An unexpected answer came. "I didn''t." Hudel''s only involvement in the incident was the cursed sword Mareda. He hadn''t sent Laficel with it. A necromancer from the Grenthal Territory, who had received the cursed sword, had conducted experiments on orphaned children as sacrifices, and the girl with the best results was sent to the Kingdom of Yustil. It just so happened that the girl was Laficel. "So it was just a coincidence?" Serati''s words made Karnak scratch his cheek awkwardly. "It''s not an impossible coincidence, but still..." Of all the girls, it just so happened that Laficel was chosen as the host for the cursed sword? That would indeed be an extraordinary coincidence. However, out of the many orphans gathered, Laficel was selected because she handled the sword particularly well. That wasn''t impossible, though. "Come to think of it, wasn''t Laficel originally from the western part of the empire?" Karnak''s question made Baros shrug. "Since they speak the same language, I mistakenly thought she was from the Kingdom of Yustil as well." In the central western continent, where the Barakant Mountains are located, the Kingdom of Yustil, Kingdom of Atringen, and the western region of the Lacaenia Empire all use the same Isola language. Despite being different countries, they share a common cultural sphere. That''s why Karnak''s group didn''t face any language barriers when they crossed the border into the empire. Usually, when you cross into another country, the language changes, but the central western continent has a unique historical situation. Until about 200 years ago, the rulers of the current Kingdom of Yustil and the Kingdom of Atringen were known as the margraves of the western part of the Empire of Lacaenia, defending its borders. It used to be the Five Kingdoms Alliance, not the Seven Kingdoms Alliance. The Barakant Mountains, being so large, made it difficult for the empire''s influence to reach easily. As a result, the two border regions developed independently. Tensions with Lacaenia increased over time, eventually leading to their independence as separate nations. Despite this administrative separation, their language, culture, and societal systems remained quite similar. "I''ve heard stories that the Martial King Beltia took Laficel as her successor while wandering through the empire. Could this have been here?" "Was it really just a coincidence?" Karnak clicked his tongue and looked back at Hudel. "This guy says he doesn''t know Laficel." That''s when it happened. Another unexpected answer came. "I don''t not know her." "Huh?" "I''ve heard the name Laficel before." "What the hell are you talking about?" *** It was right before Hudel returned to the Grenthal Territory, after completing a mission Elezar had assigned him. "This is the cursed sword Mareda, Lady Elezar." "Mm, good work." Elezar closed her eyes for a moment with the stolen cursed sword in hand. "Ah, so that''s what happened." "Did you confirm the reason?" Ignoring Hudel''s question, she smiled slightly. "The host just happened to be Laficel? Well, that''s not so strange, then." *** "Wait, Elezar knows Laficel?" "She definitely mentioned her at that time." Karnak''s face brightened at Hudel''s bewildered response. This confirmed Elezar was a Space-time Regressor. ''Looks like it''s safe to track down Elezar now.'' Once they got a hold of Elezar, they''d likely uncover why this world had turned out the way it had. Perhaps she could even help reverse everything. "Things are going to get much easier." As Karnak delighted in this thought, Hudel''s voice interrupted. "Afterward, Lady Elezar asked me a question." *** "What has become of Laficel now?" "One of the battalion captains of the King''s Order has taken her in." "Oh? And who might that be?" "Baron Karnak of the Jestarad Family, a 6th Circle mage who commands the 7th battalion of the King''s Order." Hudel then briefly reported on Baros and Serati as well. Upon hearing the names, Elezar murmured quietly. "Karnak, Baros, and Serati, huh?" She seemed puzzled for a moment before shaking her head. "They must have taken her in without knowing anything." She handed the cursed sword back to Hudel. "You''ve done well, Hudel. Go back to your hometown and rest for a while." "Yes, Lady Elezar." *** ".....Wait a second." Karnak''s face turned stony. "Why did Elezar speak as if she didn''t know me?" Baros had the same reaction. "She acted like she didn''t know me, either." "Could she not be a regressor after all?" "Then how does she know Laficel? That only makes sense if she''s a regressor." S§×ar?h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "If she''s a regressor, why doesn''t she know us?" It was a contradiction. None of it made sense. Karnak rubbed his temples, lost in thought. "What on earth is going on?" *** They pondered for a long time but couldn''t find an answer. At this point, there was simply too little information to make any conclusions. "For now, we''ll just have to proceed cautiously." Since they had brought it up, they decided to question Hudel further on other matters of curiosity. "What did you do at the border gate?" Hudel knew nothing about the infamous "Candy Witch Incident." ''Was it not the cult of the Dark God that orchestrated it? Or is it that this guy didn''t know, and some other cultists acted separately?'' Still, they managed to gather a lot of valuable information about the cult scattered across the Seven Kingdoms Alliance. Even just the list they compiled was a significant achievement. "All that''s left now is to wait for the Evil Slaying Brigade, hand Hudel over, and return to the Kingdom of Yustil." Serati asked. "Shouldn''t we inform them that Elezar is the leader of the cult?" "We can''t reveal it outright. They''d realize I''m involved, wouldn''t they?" While necromancy was one thing, memory search through needle sticks is not a very honorable act. So far, Karnak had gotten by pretending to interrogate suspects before killing them and presenting evidence after their death, but he couldn''t treat an imperial noble like Hudel in the same way. "We need to make sure the Evil Slaying Brigade interrogates and handles him directly." Karnak shrugged. "Don''t worry. I''ve got a plan." *** Two days later, the Evil Slaying Brigade finally arrived at the Grenthal Territory. As veterans in dealing with cultists, they quickly began tidying up the aftermath of the incident, allowing the Clerics of Saisha to finally be relieved of their burdens. However, the atmosphere wasn''t pleasant when they interacted with Karnak''s group. Most members of the Evil Slaying Brigade were imperial nobles who despised the people of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance. "A Yustil Kingdom citizen?" "We acknowledge their contribution in defeating the cultists, but for them to be from the Seven Kingdoms, of all places..." But the mood soon shifted. The leaders of the Evil Slaying Brigade happened to be familiar faces. It was Leocold, Lestain, and the mage Stronoff, who had recently returned from leave. They were the very ones whom Karnak''s group had saved at the border gate. "Lord Karnak!" "Sir Baros! You''re here!" Leocold, known within the Evil Slaying Brigade for his arrogant nature, was the first to welcome them enthusiastically, which naturally softened the attitudes of the others. ''Oh, they were the ones who did that?'' ''I''ve heard they''re incredibly strong.'' Thanks to this, everything went smoothly. Karnak and his group, who had been preparing for a tense standoff with the Evil Slaying Brigade, found the situation much more comfortable. Watching how things unfolded, Serati clicked her tongue. "Well, what a coincidence." Karnak shook his head. [It''s not really a coincidence.] Baros looked like he had expected it. [I had a feeling it might turn out this way.] [Yeah.] From the beginning, Karnak had suspected they might be part of the western fortress of the Evil Slaying Brigade. Because the Lacaenia Empire was so vast, it was common for locals to be assigned to their region''s fortress. And those men had been on their way home for leave when they introduced themselves, meaning they were from this area. [They had just returned from leave. If something happened, wouldn''t they be the first to be assigned to the task?] [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 135 - 134 Chapter 135: Chapter 134The captured cultists, including Hudel, Lehane, and Sephedes, were all handed over to the Evil Slaying Brigade. During that time, of course, their heads were subtly manipulated with needles imbued with chaos power. Thanks to this, even though they had spilled all the information, they had no recollection of it whatsoever. As they were handing over the cultists, Karnak spoke meaningfully to Leocolt. "There was something I couldn''t ignore when I interrogated them." He had also conducted an interrogation for appearances'' sake, aside from the memory manipulation with needles. It had to look natural to the outside world. He slyly conveyed the information obtained from that interrogation. "They said that even the Emperor cannot act recklessly towards the one they serve." "Even His Majesty the Emperor cannot act recklessly...?" Leocolt asked with a serious expression. "Are they referring to the dark god, Tesranak?" Karnak shook his head. "When asked who they were working for, they refused to answer and said something along those lines. Given that it''s not something to be taken lightly, I felt it necessary to bring it to your attention." This implied that someone high-ranking in the Empire was involved with the cult of the Dark God. Someone so high-ranking that even the emperor himself could not act recklessly against them. "How many people in the Empire hold such a high position?" "Not many." The names of several of the Empire''s top executives flashed through Leocolt''s mind. None of them were people you could easily accuse of being cultists. Watching this, Karnak chuckled inwardly. ''Elezar''s name is surely among them, isn''t it?'' The truth was, Hudel had never made such a statement. Karnak had made it all up. But who would know? Who would believe the words of a cultist? Moreover, it wasn''t entirely fabricated. Elezar was indeed one of the leaders of the cult. No matter how much Hudel denied it, there was no way to hide the dirt once you started digging. "I may be overly cautious, but if what they said is true and someone so high-ranking is involved..." Karnak added with a meaningful expression. "You should be especially careful with the cultists you''ve captured. They may have powerful connections, enough to influence the Evil Slaying Brigade." It was already common knowledge in the Empire that necromancers were experts in "forced suicide." Leocolt, seeing the wisdom in his words, expressed his gratitude sincerely. "Thank you. I will keep that in mind." Once Leocolt left, Karnak turned to Baros with a smile. "They should be able to figure things out on their own now." "And if they don''t?" "Then we''ll just get another chance. There are plenty of cultists out there; what''s the worry?" *** The cultist rebellion in the County of Grenthal. Without a doubt, the heroes of this incident were Karnak and his group. Of course, the efforts of the clerics of Saisha and the temple soldiers could not be disregarded. But without Karnak''s group, there wouldn''t have been such a favorable outcome. Nevertheless, as usual, Karnak attributed all the credit to the Temple of Saisha. "Even though Hudel was a cultist, he was still a noble of the Empire. It wouldn''t look good for foreigners like us to claim that we handled the situation." Alius didn''t object either. "After all, our goal was to gather information on the cultists'' influence within the Kingdom of Yustil. Since we achieved that, we are satisfied just to have been able to assist the clerics of Saisha." The Evil Slaying Brigade praised their modesty. "How admirable." "To achieve so much and yet not seek credit." But even they understood internally. ''Indeed, it makes sense.'' ''I would''ve done the same if I were them.'' This was the Lacaenia Empire, and Karnak''s group was from the Kingdom of Yustil. Earning achievements in another nation wouldn''t benefit them much. Had it been within the Seven Kingdoms Alliance, things might''ve been different. But the Empire was a different story. The Lacaenia Empire and the Kingdom of Yustil had long been adversaries. The first king of Yustil had been a margrave of the Empire, a traitor. The recent peace between the two was ironically due to the Darkness of Doom. With the world in chaos and cultists spreading like wildfire, the Empire and the Seven Kingdoms Alliance had come to a ceasefire agreement to cease hostilities and focus on dealing with internal threats. Even so, it was not the right time for someone from Yustil to be highly regarded for achievements within the Empire. They wouldn''t gain status or honor, and at best, they might receive some monetary reward. In that case, it was more advantageous to give the credit to the Temple of Saisha and make them indebted to him. Thus, the matter was handled as usual. The official report stated that the Temple of Saisha had led the suppression of the cultist rebellion, with Karnak''s group lending assistance as guests. During this process, the contributions of Baros and Serati were also greatly downplayed. sea??h th§× Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. However, there was one exception. Laficel''s achievement was not concealed. "This girl is truly amazing!" The members of the Evil Slaying Brigade couldn''t believe their ears. "She really defeated all these cultists?" "At such a young age?" The temple soldiers of Saisha fervently nodded. They had seen firsthand how terrifyingly powerful the small girl with the ash-gray hair had been throughout the night. "Shall we report this as is?" At the investigator''s question, Karnak responded in a gentle tone. "We have no issues, but we cannot ignore this child''s efforts." Laficel murmured, moved by the recognition. "I was just fighting the way my unnie taught me..." Others began to look at Karnak in a new light. He humbly stepped back, but ensured his subordinates'' efforts were recognized. A model nobleman, indeed. Thus, Serati asked: [What''s your game this time?] Baros squinted his eyes. [It''s hard to believe the young master is such a virtuous person.] Karnak pouted. [You two are in sync these days.] Of course, their suspicions were not unfounded. [It''s because we still don''t know who Elezar truly is.] Whether she''s a regressor or not, nothing makes sense. [So, I''m trying to throw out more bait.] While dealing with the Cult of the Dark God, Karnak''s biggest concern was how much information to release. In truth, for his own safety, it would have been best to operate under a false name. But in that case, his chances of infiltrating the cult of the Dark God would drop significantly. It could take years to carefully navigate through the proper channels, and he didn''t have the time to waste. Luck might bring the Seven Goddesses Church or others into direct conflict with the cult, but he wasn''t willing to gamble on their competence. If Karnak had trusted others, he would never have left the Jestarad Territory. He would''ve just lived comfortably off the profits of the copper mine. For this reason, he carefully leaked information about himself to the world. He needed to draw some attention from the cult, so he revealed himself as a new mage using a new magic that controlled necromancy, the Redeemer of Necromancy. On the other hand, Baros''s abilities were kept hidden. He was introduced only as Karnak''s adjutant, a standard red-class aura user at best. He was purposely made to appear on par with Serati. How would the Cult of the Dark God perceive this? Karnak would definitely catch their attention for his unique magic, similar to their own dark arts. Meanwhile, Baros and Serati would seem unremarkable. If they still paid attention to Baros, it would be evidence that the enemy had knowledge of the future. [That''s been the plan all along, but Elezar might only know Laficel and not us.] He needed to confirm just how Elezar knew Laficel. It seemed like Elezar recognized her as the future Martial King, but in that case, not knowing Karnak or Baros didn''t make sense. [That''s why I''m letting Laficel stand out, to observe the reaction.] Serati nodded in understanding. [So, you''re using Laficel as bait.] [That''s right.] She glanced at Laficel with sympathy. [...It''s too late to stop you now.] Karnak and Baros clicked their tongues. [You don''t need to worry about her.] [Her soul is the Martial King. Do you remember how strong she was even when not in her right mind?] Serati looked at them in disbelief. [Regardless of her future, she''s still just a child. Adults don''t need a reason to worry about children.] Both men blinked, puzzled. [Is that how it is?] They still didn''t fully understand her point. But they had a nagging feeling that not understanding this was part of why they had struggled to live normal lives. [This is complicated.] *** After wrapping up their business, Karnak''s group left the County of Grenthal and returned to the Kingdom of Yustil. Even after their return, there were still matters to attend to. First, they presented a fine gift to the King''s Order. "Here''s a list of cultists active within the Kingdom of Yustil." They handed the list to Commander Erantel, saying it was a list of those suspected of being cultists. "There''s no guarantee Hudel was telling the truth, of course." In fact, Hudel hadn''t lied. The list was accurate from his perspective. But if Karnak revealed the truth, they''d just ask how he could be so sure, and it would be a hassle to fabricate more lies. So, he gave a vague explanation. "We interrogated him, and that''s what he confessed." Whether it was true or not, Karnak would leave for the Commander to figure out. What followed was Erantel and the King''s Order''s problem to deal with. Of course, Karnak''s 7th Battalion would also be gathering intelligence here and there. "But I will have to stay in the capital for a while. Will that be a problem?" "If you wish to take a break from your duties, that''s not an issue." The information they had extracted from Hudel alone was a greater accomplishment than what the rest of the King''s Order had achieved. No one would complain if Karnak was given some leeway. "But why stay in the capital? Do you have other matters to attend to?" Karnak glanced out the office window. "There''s someone who''s looking for me. I need to spend some time with them." In the distance, beyond the streets of Drunta, a tall, azure tower gleamed. It was the tower of Deltros, the court mage of the Yustil Kingdom and a master of the 9th Circle of magic. [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 136 - 135 Chapter 136: Chapter 135The top floor of the Azure Magic Tower, located in the northern part of the capital, Drunta. An old man with a gray beard that extended down to his chest was questioning Karnak. This was Deltros, the court mage of Yustil and master of the tower. "Are you really studying that kind of magic?" The secret magic spell of the Dallas School, Redeemer of Necromancy. It was an especially useful magic in the current era, where the Darkness of Doom ran rampant. The more mages mastered this magic, the easier it became to fight necromancers. Upon hearing the news, Deltros had no choice but to seek out Karnak as a priority. "Hah, I didn''t even know there was something like the Dallas School..." He didn''t particularly doubt its authenticity. There was, after all, a court mage named Dallas 150 years ago. The fact that Dallas had secretly left behind a magic tome, and that Karnak had stumbled upon it and become its successor, was not far-fetched in the magic community. His only curiosity was this: "At that time, there weren''t even many necromancers around, so why did he study this kind of magic?" "I don''t know either. I simply learned it because it was there." Feigning ignorance, Karnak handed over the Redeemer of Necromancy magic formula to Deltros. "This is the magic the sage left behind." Deltros, examining the parchment, stiffened slightly. "This is quite a bothersome type of magic." As a 9th-circle mage, he quickly grasped the strengths and weaknesses of the magic formula. To properly wield this magic, one needed an exceptionally keen ability to sense evil energy and instinctively exploit the gaps in the enemy''s magic formula. Alternatively, the caster had to have an extraordinary understanding of necromancy to overpower their opponent. Of course, no mage could master necromancy at the same time, which meant that the effectiveness of the magic would depend entirely on the caster''s natural talents. "Isn''t this a method that heavily relies on innate talent?" "Which is why I''ve only recently been able to use it in practice." Even with the need for talent, Redeemer of Necromancy was highly useful, especially against necromancers. Deltros asked again. "Are you really willing to give this to me?" "What good would it do for me to hoard this magic? I''d just end up being targeted by cultists." "That''s true." From Karnak''s perspective, there weren''t many choices. This was a magic meant to be known to the world. Therefore, the best option was to get some benefit out of it, but he didn''t have a way to directly turn it into money. What was he supposed to do? Build his own magic tower and charge mages to come learn? A mere 6th-circle mage? The best way to profit was to pass it to a powerful mage and take a commission. "Alright, let me be honest. How much do you want?" A broad smile spread across Karnak''s face. *** Baros and Serati were waiting on the first floor of the tower. Laficel was back home, so only these two had come along. As Karnak descended, Serati asked, "How did it go?" He gestured for them to head outside, and they left the tower. As they walked through the streets, Karnak slyly reached into his coat. "I made quite a haul." What he pulled out was a magical check stamped with the royal seal of the Kingdom of Yustil. It was a highly trusted document that could be exchanged for cash at any bank. "How much is it?" Baros, checking the number on the check, widened his eyes in shock. "1,000 Terakel gold coins?" Although Karnak''s cheerful expression had hinted at a good amount, Baros hadn''t expected this much. "Wait, why would they give you this much for just a single magic spell?" The currency commonly used was Kelin copper coins. While Karnak''s group carried Lakel silver coins for everyday expenses, gold coins were something they kept only for emergencies, and only about 20 of them at that. A thousand Terakel gold coins were equivalent to half the annual budget of the Jestarad territory, which had become wealthy from copper mines. Even though Deltros was a court mage, that amount wasn''t something he could easily hand over. "Are the mages here all suckers?" Karnak flashed a knowing smile at the bewildered Baros. "Well, I did add a bit of bait." Besides Redeemer of Necromancy, the Dallas School had other spells specifically designed to counter necromancy. He hadn''t mastered them yet, so he couldn''t reveal them now, but once he did, he promised to give Deltros the first pick¡ªof course, for a generous commission. "...That''s how I phrased it." Redeemer of Necromancy wasn''t a particularly valuable spell for a mere King''s Order battalion captain. But when it was in the hands of a court mage of a kingdom, the stakes changed. Especially when dealing with empires, it became a powerful political weapon. "I made sure to tell him it would give him a significant advantage against that arrogant imperial court mage, Elezar." This would be an irresistible offer for Deltros. A 9th-circle mage like him couldn''t help but feel envious of anyone aiming to reach the 10th circle. Serati tilted her head. "Wait, doesn''t Elezar already know that technique?" Karnak grinned. "Deltros doesn''t know that, does he?" And Elezar wasn''t in a position to flaunt that knowledge. "In any case, Deltros will feel quite proud of himself." Baros suddenly asked, "But do you really have more magic spells to offer?" "I''m developing a few chaos magic spells for public use." "So, it''s not a complete con, then." Thanks to that, they had come into a windfall¡ªa very large one. Baros smacked his lips. "So, what are you going to do with all that money now? Should we go eat something expensive?" Serati gave a wry smile. "You''re already eating expensive meals whenever you like." The pay from the King''s Order was quite generous. Karnak was a battalion captain, and both Baros and Serati were treated as adjutants, which was no small role. In addition, there was a personal maintenance fund from the Jestarad territory. These people always stayed at the finest inns and dined on the best food, so it couldn''t be said they lived modestly. But given how much they earned, they hardly needed to touch the gold coins. "But you never know when we might need a lot of money. That''s why I aimed high." His plan was to use the money for investments. "If we invest in a good merchant company and become partners, things will be much easier in the future." "Business partnerships with a merchant company?" Serati asked, puzzled. "Sure, a thousand gold coins is a lot, but it''s not enough to gain significant influence over a merchant company." Terakel gold coins were indeed quite small¡ªabout the size of a fingernail. One Imperial gold coin was worth about seven Terakel gold coins in value. Karnak wiggled his finger. "That''s why we''re aiming for a small company with high growth potential." "How would you know if it''ll grow in the future..." Halfway through her question, Serati stopped speaking. ''That''s right, these people are from the future. Of course, they''d know.'' This had always been Karnak''s plan. To use his knowledge of the future to build wealth. When he found that a copper mine had appeared out of nowhere after his return, he stopped worrying about it until now. "At this point, Owent should have just started his merchant company and be struggling." Baros nodded. "Indeed, there''s Owent." "Who''s that?" In response to Serati''s question, Karnak smiled. "The head of the Altas Merchant Company. Right now, he''s just a small merchant, but in ten years, he''ll be one of the top three merchants in the Seven Kingdoms Alliance." *** Owent Altas was originally a small merchant traveling between the Kingdoms of Yustil and Tarum. However, with exceptional business acumen, he opened his own company at the relatively young age of thirty-five. Like most merchant groups, he initially struggled, but quickly established himself and expanded his trade routes across the Seven Kingdoms. In just five years, he would be one of the top two merchants in the Yustil Kingdom, and ten years from now, he would be one of the three major merchants, along with Shirud of the Felmyre Kingdom and Rigal of the Etrial Kingdom. "My first target was actually the Tekas Merchant Company. But Owent seemed too big to handle." Upon returning, Karnak discovered that the Tekas Merchant Company was already the largest in Yustil. In fact, Tekas was handling the mining operations for the Jestarad territory''s copper mine. Sear?h the n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Originally, they shouldn''t have become a major company yet, but I don''t know what happened four years ago." Unlike Tekas, Altas was still a small merchant group. Karnak had already done his homework. "They''re still in the early stages, so if we invest now, we can make a significant profit." Just having a foot in the door as a partner would reduce their financial worries significantly. Plus, a merchant company would have connections all over the kingdom, offering conveniences during travels. "He''s a proven talent, so he''ll grow quickly for a while." "True. In about ten years, they''ll nearly collapse due to a massive famine in the Southern Kingdom of Lifaul, but we can prevent that this time." Serati gasped at Karnak and Baros''s words. "Oh my, a famine in ten years?" She wondered if it was a bad idea to invest in something that would collapse in a decade. But on second thought, it seemed there wasn''t a problem. "Right, if you know in advance, you can prepare for it." Karnak shook his head. "No, I''m not saying we''ll prepare for it. The famine won''t happen." "Huh?" Seeing Serati''s confused expression, Baros smiled warmly. "That famine? It was caused by the young master." Karnak scratched the back of his head, embarrassed. "To be precise, I didn''t intend to cause a famine..." He had originally planned to expand his followers with minimal effort. "I released a plague on the crops, without anyone knowing." The plan was for people who ate the diseased grain to lose their minds and become his puppets under necromancy. That way, he could easily gain tens of thousands of followers. At the time, it seemed like a great idea, but when he tried it, there was a problem. "The wheat and barley died before the people did." For his plan to work, people needed to eat the infected crops, but they all withered before the harvest. Naturally, he didn''t gain a single follower. All he did was cause a massive famine. "Eventually, we ran out of food ourselves." "So, we just fled to the Empire." "The Seven Kingdoms Alliance became a hellscape because of the famine." "But things got easier later, didn''t they?" "That''s true. With so many corpses lying around, it became easy to gather materials for the undead army." Nostalgic, Karnak and Baros nodded in unison, remembering those days. Watching them, Serati could only sigh in disbelief. "Wow, you two really are something." "Hmm?" "Oh, nothing. The world really is... so colorful." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 137 - 136 Chapter 137: Chapter 136As they continued walking and conversing, they soon found themselves in the merchant district. "But, are you only going to spend the money you just received?" Baros, who was walking alongside him, suddenly asked. "Wouldn''t it be better to spend a lot more? You already know it''s going to be successful anyway." He was suggesting they also use the reserve funds from the Jestarad estate to aim for an even bigger profit. Karnak shook his head. "That''s too risky. There''s no guarantee that this will succeed." The world had already changed enough. Even the Tekas Merchant Group, which had grown tremendously, wasn''t originally destined to become so large at this time. "Likewise, the Altas Merchant Group could fail earlier than expected." In his previous life, the Cult of the Dark God didn''t even exist. There was a significant chance that the Altas Merchant Group could face unexpected calamities. So, when making investments, it''s not about glimpsing into the future; it''s about assessing the people. People don''t change easily. "Owent is certainly a reliable merchant. He''s someone who overcame countless hardships and became a tycoon." Of course, no matter how talented someone is, there are often times when luck isn''t on their side. There was no law saying Owent couldn''t end up being one of those cases. But is there any investment in the world without risk? Just the fact that Karnak could assess someone''s abilities beforehand gave him an advantage over others. "Besides, this is free money. Even if it''s lost, it won''t hurt too much. It''d be a bit of a waste, though." Serati glanced at Karnak, as if noticing something new. "You''re surprisingly cautious, Lord Karnak." "I''ve lived long enough to see things go wrong in many ways." It wasn''t that Karnak lacked ambition. He had already entertained thoughts similar to Baros''. "If everything went exactly as the future dictates, I''d become the god of investments. But life doesn''t work that smoothly, does it?" Karnak muttered while looking around. "By the way, where''s the Merchant Group building? I heard it was around here." Baros pointed to a two-story building in the distance. "There it is." *** The Merchant Group''s building was quite large, but overall, it looked shabby. The building itself was old and worn. Only the sign that read "Altas Merchant Group" was new. "They must not have been in business for long." Karnak''s group entered the building. Several servants were busy packing goods for trade. A woman with dark brown hair, seemingly in her mid-thirties, was writing in a ledger and giving various instructions to the servants. S§×ar?h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Baros cautiously called out to one of them. "Excuse me." One of the servants turned and asked gruffly, "What do you want?" At the moment, Karnak''s group wasn''t dressed as knights or mages but in ordinary clothes. Baros and Serati hadn''t even brought their swords. In the capital, carrying blades longer than 30 centimeters was prohibited by law. They looked like ordinary citizens, so it was no wonder the servant''s attitude was rude. Baros straightened up and changed his tone. "This here is Baron Karnak of the Jestarad family. We''ve come to meet with the head of the Altas Merchant Group." ''A... a noble?'' Startled, the servant quickly bowed his head. "Please wait a moment." The servant called over the woman writing in the ledger. She approached the group and asked, "Welcome to the Altas Merchant Group. May I ask what brings you here?" Given that the purpose of their visit was investment, they couldn''t talk to just anyone. Karnak cautiously replied, "It''s an important matter. I''d like to speak with the head of the company in private." "I understand." The woman led the group to the company owner''s private office on the second floor. Owent was still nowhere to be seen. The woman spoke again. "You can speak now." "No, I''d like to speak directly with the head..." Karnak, feeling awkward, trailed off, but the woman smiled kindly. "Oh, you didn''t know?" "Know what?" She bowed her head politely. "It''s a pleasure to meet you, Baron Karnak. I am Edia, the head of the Altas Merchant Group." For a moment, Karnak was taken aback. "Isn''t Mr. Owent the owner?" Did he get kicked out of the company? No, that didn''t make sense either. ''The company''s still named after Owent.'' After all, the name ''Altas Merchant Group'' was derived from Owent''s surname. If the ownership had changed, the name would have, too. At that moment, Edia''s expression twisted with annoyance. "Don''t tell me that fool is going around claiming he''s the owner?" "...Pardon?" "If that''s not it, then how do you even know about Owent?" Karnak and Baros exchanged confused glances. They had no idea what was going on. Serati cautiously asked Edia, "Excuse me, but could you explain the situation?" It wasn''t until she explained in detail that they understood the situation. Her full name was Edia Altas. She was Owent Altas''s wife. "Although it''s been over a year since I''ve last seen him." Back when Owent was just a small-time merchant, they were a regular married couple. Though they didn''t have children, they lived relatively well. Things changed after the founding of the Altas Merchant Group. "That lunatic suddenly got obsessed with some cult called ''Tesra'' or something." Claiming that the world was about to change and that worldly ties were useless, he abandoned both his wife and the company and joined the Cult of the Dark God. "Since then, I''ve been the one running the Altas Merchant Group." After hearing Edia''s story, Serati glanced back at Karnak in disbelief. [Um, isn''t this a case of a person changing in a different way?] Karnak chuckled. [Life really does have a way of throwing curveballs.] A brief silence followed. Edia cautiously asked, "You haven''t told me the reason for your visit yet?" "Well, I was thinking of discussing an investment. However..." Karnak trailed off. What he was after was Owent. Without him, there wasn''t much of a reason to invest in the Altas Merchant Group. But the moment Edia heard the word ''investment,'' her expression changed dramatically. "Please, take a seat." Before Karnak could even decline, she led him to the sofa, served tea, and brought out numerous ledgers and documents. "Our company holds a portion of the salt trade rights between the Kingdom of Etrial and the Kingdom of Tarum. We also deal in leather from the Barakant Mountains and wool from Tarum." She meticulously gave a briefing, putting on the face of a merchant dealing with a potential investor. Watching her, Karnak felt a bit conflicted. He couldn''t just tell her that he had come to invest in Owent, not her. From what it seemed, Owent wasn''t even involved in the business anymore. If she were to ask why he valued Owent so highly, Karnak wouldn''t have a good answer. ''What should I even say?'' Meanwhile, Edia was internally rejoicing. A good merchant knows that obtaining information about notable figures in society is essential. As soon as she heard Karnak''s name, she recognized him. ''It''s really him, the one from the rumors.'' Recently, a rising noble had appeared like a comet in the capital, Drunta. He was the owner of the wealthy Jestarad Barony, which owned copper mines in the north, held a high position within the King''s Order, and was favored by Prince Lloyd. Moreover, he had two aura users under his command, and he himself was a 6th-circle high-ranking mage! For a fledgling company like the Altas Merchant Group, this was a figure who couldn''t be ignored. ''I can''t miss this opportunity!'' A wealthy, capable, and well-connected investor was invaluable in many ways. She didn''t know how Karnak had learned about the Altas Merchant Group, but it was crucial to play her cards right. "May I explain a bit more?" Karnak nodded absently. "Oh, sure." He wasn''t particularly interested; he just wanted to let her talk while he thought of an excuse to leave without arousing suspicion. But as he listened, something seemed odd. ''Hmm?'' She was explaining the potential and vision of the Altas Merchant Group, and it mostly matched the information Karnak had. ''These are things the Altas Merchant Group will do in the future.'' Plans that Owent was supposed to come up with were now being discussed by his wife, Edia. Curious, Karnak interrupted her. "Did you come up with these plans yourself? Not your husband?" Edia smiled wryly. "That man never had the brains for this. He was just someone who carried goods around and drank." She didn''t seem to be lying. Karnak had suspected she might just be parroting plans Owent had already laid out, but if that were the case, she wouldn''t have been able to explain everything so naturally. ''So that means...'' Despite Serati''s earlier teasing, Karnak hadn''t been entirely wrong. People don''t change easily. Even if the Cult of the Dark God had altered the course of the world, the essence of Owent and Edia hadn''t changed much. ''So, from the beginning, Edia was the true owner of the Altas Merchant Group?'' Now everything made sense. In his previous life, there had been no Cult of the Dark God, so Owent wouldn''t have left his home for the cult. Moreover, the Seven Kingdoms Alliance, unlike the Lacaenia Empire, held women in lower regard. For credibility''s sake, it made sense that Owent would have been the public face, even if Edia was the one running things behind the scenes. The real talent who had elevated the Altas Merchant Group to one of the top three merchants in his previous life was the woman standing before him¡ªEdia. ''Wait, so what does this mean?'' Karnak hadn''t wanted Owent for the man himself, but for his business acumen. And if that acumen actually belonged to Edia... ''There''s no reason not to invest, is there?'' *** In the end, Karnak became an investor in the Altas Merchant Group. The check he received from Deltros was handed over to Edia. As they left the company and headed back home, Karnak grumbled. "Ugh, I''m not sure if this was the right decision." Noticing his unease, Serati asked, "Didn''t you say Edia was the true owner of the Altas Merchant Group even in your past life?" "It''s just a theory." "Well, if that''s the case, won''t things work out well this time too? Or is there something that makes you uneasy?" Karnak scratched his head. "There''s no particular reason. It just doesn''t feel right..." Baros, his longtime confidant, frowned. He knew all too well that Karnak had an uncanny tendency to be right when he trusted his gut. "Do you think you''re going to lose money?" That didn''t seem to be the case. "No, I don''t feel like I''m going to lose money. Yeah, that''s not it." But it did feel like something bad was going to happen. "What does that even mean?" "That makes no sense." As the two looked at him in disbelief, Karnak shrugged. "Right?" Even he thought it was ridiculous. "I have no idea why I''m feeling this way." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 138 - 137 Chapter 138: Chapter 137For a while, Karnak and his companions stayed at Drunta''s residence. Serati was puzzled by their decision to delay even the King''s Order mission. "Are you waiting for Elezar to send her subordinates?" "No, not exactly." Even if she were to send her subordinates, it would take them quite a while to track down Karnak''s group. First, the news of Hudel''s capture would need to reach Elezar, which would take a few days. After receiving the news, it would take her more time to come up with a countermeasure, and even longer to assign someone to handle the task. All of this would consume considerable time. "Then they''d have to cross the Barakant Mountain Range from the Empire and come all the way to the Kingdom of Yustil. That would take at least a month." He couldn''t waste time idly waiting for the enemy to come. They had their own lives to live and work to do. There was a different reason Karnak stayed in the capital. "I have to earn the gold I was paid." As agreed in advance, he had to pass down the "Redeemer of Necromancy" to Deltros and the other mages. Magic isn''t something you can just glance at a formula and instantly master. Of course, for a mage at the 9th Circle, most spells could indeed be learned with just a quick look, but the Redeemer of Necromancy was different. This spell heavily relied on a person''s natural senses. Until they got a handle on the basic feel of it, Karnak needed to be nearby to constantly correct them. As a result, a rather amusing situation arose. A young mage, barely in his twenties and at the 6th Circle, was now teaching senior mages at the 8th and 9th Circles. Yet he showed no sign of intimidation. "This spell itself is something you can all cast with ease, but applying it to necromancy is an entirely different issue." The older mages were even impressed by his confidence. ''What an incredible young man.'' ''Even with that level of self-assurance, it''s not easy to maintain such a demeanor in front of us.'' Of course, from Karnak''s perspective, there was no reason to be intimidated by mages much younger than himself. "Alright, alright! Stay focused and cast the spell again!" *** Every day, Karnak visited the Azure Magic Tower. Whenever he left, Serati would also leave the house with him. Her destination was the King''s Order headquarters. "You''re here, Dame Serati?" "Please guide me, Sir Dvoyce." "What do you mean? It''s me who should be learning from you." S§×arch* The ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. She was there to spar with other aura users from the King''s Order who were off-duty. Serati had gained quite a bit of experience by this time. She had learned many things on her own. It was time for her to organize those experiences and take her skills to the next level. When she asked Baros what to do, he suggested this method. ¨CYou don''t become stronger just by fighting strong opponents. You also need to experience crushing the weak and growing arrogant. Even though his words were harsh, they weren''t entirely wrong. Having always sparred with Baros, Serati had developed the habit of being overly cautious and retreating. Though her opponents weren''t weak, at least by pushing aura users of her level, she could build her confidence. So, she requested sparring matches with the aura users of the King''s Order. Since they all stood to gain from it, they were more than happy to draw their swords. After spending all day training, she''d return home, only to be greeted by Baros organizing the groceries he had bought. "You went to the market again today, Sir Baros?" "It''s an important part of my daily routine." Baros, of course, trained steadily as well, but he had a bit more free time than Serati. He spent his spare moments indulging in his cherished hobby. As an extension of his food adventures, he wandered around Drunta, sampling all sorts of dishes and famous drinks. Having regained his physical form, he intended to fully enjoy the pleasures of the flesh. However, he didn''t want to destroy his body by eating and drinking recklessly. So he sought out only the most delicious food to fill his stomach. "In that spirit, today''s snack is freshwater shrimp boiled in salt water!" Caught from the Sindaril River near Drunta, they were known for their savory and salty flavor, a well-known delicacy among the citizens of Drunta. Everyone''s eyes lit up as they gathered around. "Is there some for me?" "Thank you!" "Give it to me." First came Serati, then Laficel, and finally Karnak. They all sat in the garden and started peeling and eating the shrimp. "Yum, yum." Serati smiled warmly as she watched Laficel munching on the shrimp with her lips puckered. "Eat as much as you want, Laficel." Laficel suddenly blushed. "...I feel like I''m going to gain weight." Baros interjected with a smirk. "Considering your daily activity, you could probably eat twice as much and still not gain weight." Laficel''s daily routine was as follows: Breakfast, then cleaning the house, and playing. Lunch, clean-up, and then either a nap or play. Afternoon snack, followed by more time to play. At a glance, it seemed like she spent the entire day lazily. The problem was that all of her "play time" was spent training her swordsmanship! She loved swinging her sword so much that she saw it as playtime, but in reality, it was an enormous amount of training. Laficel rubbed her arm and frowned. "I don''t know... It feels like I''ve gained weight." Serati chuckled softly. "That''s just because you''ve grown taller, isn''t it?" Laficel had grown noticeably taller, by at least a finger''s width. Rather than it being a sudden growth spurt, it seemed more like she was now growing at the normal rate for someone her age who had previously been undernourished. Karnak and Baros had been ensuring she ate heartily at every meal, and Laficel was clearly benefiting from it. ''Thanks to that, her swordsmanship seems to be improving by the day.'' At this rate, it wouldn''t be long before there was another aura user in Jestarad''s territory. Technically, she had already awakened, but her body hadn''t fully caught up yet. Before they knew it, the shrimp were all gone. "Thank you for the meal!" Laficel cheerfully gathered up the shrimp shells. After cleaning up, she planned to practice her swordsmanship before dinner. As usual, Karnak grabbed a wooden sword and joined her. "Let''s practice together, Laficel." "Yes!" *** In the past, Karnak was the type of person who wouldn''t exercise even if it killed him. His philosophy was that only those lacking intelligence had to resort to physical labor. But after returning to the past, his attitude had completely changed. Now he had a clear purpose. To maintain this precious body in the best condition possible for as long as possible. His duel trial against Randolph, the knight of Deventor, had been a blessing in disguise. At the time, it had been excruciating. He had no desire to run away in the middle of the night, so he reluctantly played the part of a knight, swearing to quit the moment his business was finished. But once he built up his basic fitness, he found that it wasn''t so bad after all. Anyone who has exercised knows that it''s difficult at first, but once your body gets used to it, it becomes much more bearable. And once you reach a certain level, moving your body can even become enjoyable. Considering that he had reversed time because he missed the sensations of his physical body, it made sense. ''Who would have thought I''d actually come to enjoy exercising?'' So, he made time for regular swordsmanship practice, at least on a basic level. Today, too, he practiced simple horizontal and vertical slashes, swinging his wooden sword through the air. "Hup! Haah!" Laficel, who was practicing swordsmanship next to him, couldn''t help but watch Karnak intently. ''As expected, Lord Karnak is diligent. Despite being a mage, he also trains his body.'' Of course, she knew that Karnak''s swordsmanship was far from impressive. But it wasn''t like he was planning to use the skill in real combat. ''Since it''s just for health, he''s doing a decent job.'' Then, all of a sudden, Karnak switched his grip to reverse and started performing two upward slashes into the air. "Hyaaah!" It was the secret technique, Overkill, Laven Strauss'' secret technique, which he had learned after enduring Baros''s harsh training. The trajectory of the sword was fairly decent, and Karnak let out a cry of triumph. "Nice! I did it!" Laficel''s eyes widened in surprise. ''Wow, he''s actually pretty good at that technique!'' Clumsy people tend to focus solely on mastering one technique once they get the hang of it. It''s usually because that''s the only skill they''re proficient at. At that level, she thought she could probably imitate it. Laficel quietly gave it a try. "Hi-yah!" With a single attempt, Laficel perfectly executed the Overkill technique that Karnak had practiced countless times but had never fully mastered. Flash! She adjusted her grip on the sword, tilting her head in confusion. ''That''s strange. Why does this technique feel so familiar?'' *** The sun was slowly setting. Karnak''s entire body was drenched in sweat. "Ugh, I need to wash up before dinner." In this era, most houses didn''t have bathrooms, and even when they did, only the mansions of nobles had them. Fetching water was no small task. However, Karnak''s house had its own bathhouse. This extravagant man had gone as far as hiring a poter to indulge in regular baths. The reason was simple. ¨CMy body is worth more than the cost of water! Of course, even Karnak couldn''t afford the luxury of boiling water every time. But that wasn''t much of a problem. First, he filled the bath with cold water, then lightly touched the surface with his right finger. "Heat Wave." It was a spell that transformed cold water into hot water. It didn''t boil the water to the point where it could cook food, making it unsuitable for cooking or combat, but it was perfect for heating bathwater. A while later, a relaxed voice leaked out from beyond the bathhouse window. "Ah, this feels great~!" Laficel, who was preparing dinner in the kitchen, made a strange face. "Serati unnie." "What is it?" "About Lord Karnak and Baros oppa..." "Yes?" "Sometimes, don''t they seem a bit like old men? I wonder why." "...Hmm, well, who knows?" *** Ten days had passed since Karnak''s group settled in Drunta. In the meantime, Deltros and the other mages had successfully mastered the Redeemer of Necromancy. There was no longer a need to visit the Azure Magic Tower. It was time to return to the King''s Order. Two days after finishing his work at the magic tower, Commander Erantel summoned Karnak. "You called for me, commander?" He naturally assumed it was to assign his next mission, but the Commander''s expression was oddly ambiguous. "I hear you have some connection with a company called Altas Merchant Group?" "That''s correct, but..." "They seem to be having some issues." Karnak wasn''t surprised. He had a pretty good sense when something negative was going to happen. ''I knew something felt off.'' The only thing that puzzled him was why the King''s Order, which had nothing to do with the Altas Merchant Group, was bringing it up. But the next words did surprise him. "I''m not a merchant, so I don''t fully understand the situation, but..." With a bewildered expression, Commander Erantel looked through the documents and continued. "They say you''re now the owner of the Altas Merchant Group?" "...What?" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 139 - 138 Chapter 139: Chapter 138Three days ago. A report was filed at the Temple of Alium, the Goddess of the Moon and Justice, located in Drunta. The report came from Tekas Merchant Group, the largest Merchant Group in the kingdom, accusing one of the rising companies, Altas Merchant Group, of being involved in a heretical cult. Investigators were sent, and they confirmed the truth. The true identity of Owent Altas, the founder of Altas Merchant Group, was that of a follower of the Dark God. For a long time, he had been operating in the shadows, using his wife, Edia, as a front to fund the cultists. But recently, that fact was exposed! Tekas Merchant Group, which faithfully serves the Seven Goddesses, discovered the heinous acts of the cultists and reported it to the Church of the Goddesses. Fearing punishment, Edia and her husband fled before the priests could arrive. Since they couldn''t let such wicked cultists go free, the priests of Alium thoroughly searched the Merchant Group, leaving no stone unturned. They interrogated all the associates and scrutinized the ledgers and documents. In the process, an unexpected figure emerged. It turned out that Baron Karnak, a member of the King''s Order and lord of Jestarad, was connected to Altas Merchant Group. "This is why this matter reached me." Although the matter wasn''t directly related to the King''s Order, it was still a case involving a heretic, and the person involved was a member of the King''s Order, so it couldn''t be entirely ignored, according to Erantel''s explanation. Karnak frowned. "...Am I also being suspected of being a heretic?" Commander Erantel shook his head. "That''s not the case." The Church of the Seven Goddesses knew well that Karnak harbored a deep hatred for necromancers and had been working to eradicate necromancy from the world. It made sense. Even the money Karnak had invested in Altas Merchant Group was likely earned during his efforts to spread powerful anti-necromancy magic. However, the issue lay in the amount of his investment. "You hold the largest stake among Altas Merchant Group''s investors. That''s why your opinion is needed regarding its fate." Karnak was the only one crazy enough to invest a thousand gold coins in a newly established Merchant Group. Erantel handed him the document in his hand. "It''s from Tekas Merchant Group." Karnak skimmed through the document and clicked his tongue. "So, they''re asking me to hand over the Merchant Group for a settlement fee?" Currently, Altas Merchant Group was in a state of limbo, having lost its owner. But that didn''t mean the company had collapsed. It still held trading routes and commercial rights, only the company''s head had vanished. From Tekas Merchant Group''s perspective, it was a very tempting prize. Thus, they contacted Karnak, the largest stakeholder. "They''re offering to buy the rights to Altas Merchant Group, and the amount they''re offering is..." Karnak''s expression turned peculiar. "Two thousand gold coins?" The money had doubled without him doing anything. *** "...That''s the gist of it." At Karnak''s residence in Drunta. After hearing the explanation, Baros and Serati muttered in disbelief. "Wow, are you some kind of god of investment? Everything you do turns out cursed." "How do you manage to ruin others'' fortunes while reaping all the benefits yourself, even when you don''t mean to?" Karnak pouted, as if feeling wronged. "Hey, this time, it''s not my fault." Indeed, this time Karnak was clearly a victim as well. "Right, your money just doubled in ten days." "If you call yourself a victim, people will mock you." Despite their words, both of them knew this situation wasn''t something to celebrate. This wasn''t about making a few extra gold coins. Karnak had invested for the sake of securing long-term connections and influence with powerful trading companies, something important for his future. If possible, resolving the situation was the best course of action. Baros murmured in disbelief. "Is Lady Edia really a cultist? She didn''t seem that way at all." "I heard the King''s Order did a separate investigation." There were some details that the Church of Alium''s investigation had missed. "According to the company''s servants, Owent barged in and forcibly dragged Lady Edia away." He had somehow increased his combat abilities, overpowering the company''s experienced guards. "There are plenty of necromantic spells that temporarily boost strength, so it''s not all that surprising." S§×ar?h the N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Naturally, Edia resisted, but it was futile. -How dare you nag at what your heavenly husband tells you to do! Shut up and follow me! -I''m trying to teach you the truths of life, but you''re too stupid to learn! "He shouted things like that while dragging her away." Serati furrowed her brows in disgust. "Turns out, it''s a pretty common type of situation." From the looks of it, the possibility that Edia had conspired with her husband was very low. It seemed more likely that Tekas Merchant Group used Owent to get rid of her. "The fact that the accuser is Tekas Merchant Group makes their intentions quite clear." Karnak asked, deep in thought. "So, what do we do now?" There were two options. One was to accept the two thousand gold coins and cleanly settle the case. The other was to rescue Edia and reinstate her as the head of Altas Merchant Group. "Let''s rescue Lady Edia! We can''t just stand by while someone''s life is at risk, can we?" "And she''s supposed to become one of the top three merchants, right? We can''t let go of such a valuable person for a cheap price!" For reference, the first suggestion was Baros'', and the second was Serati''s. Karnak looked at the two of them with a curious expression. "...Aren''t you two switched?" Baros''s eyes sparkled. "Right? I must have become a better person." Meanwhile, Serati was in sudden despair. ''W-What happened to me?'' Laficel, who had been eavesdropping while washing dishes in the kitchen, was simply puzzled. ''What are they talking about? Baros oppa has always been a good person.'' *** The next day, Karnak returned to the headquarters of the King''s Order. "So, let me get this straight..." Commander Erantel looked at him with a troubled expression. "You want to rescue the former head of Altas Merchant Group?" "Yes. Isn''t fighting cultists the very mission of the King''s Order?" "You''re not wrong, but there''s a matter of priorities." The main task of the King''s Order was to handle heretic-related incidents involving royalty and high-ranking nobles. Just because the Dark God''s cult was involved didn''t mean they could get involved in every case. "Then there''s no issue with me acting on my own, right?" "You can do what you like, but it''s a bit difficult right now." The King''s Order was already a very busy organization. There were plenty of tasks far more pressing than this minor Merchant Group incident. Karnak had been granted ample time off due to his many accomplishments, but even that was starting to run out. "No matter how capable you are, you''ve taken too much time off. I can''t allow you to skip another mission." "So, what you''re saying is..." Karnak grinned, as if he had expected this response. "It''s fine if this heretic-related case involves royalty or high-ranking nobles, right?" He pulled out a document from his coat and handed it over. "What''s this?" Erantel''s expression turned strange as he looked at the paper. He noticed a familiar seal at the bottom. "Prince Lloyd''s seal?" With exaggerated movements, Karnak shrugged. "As it turns out, Prince Lloyd is also an investor in Altas Merchant Group." Anticipating this response, he had prepared ahead of time. He still had the golden seal that Prince Lloyd had given him a while ago. ''I never thought I''d actually have to use this.'' Erantel alternated his gaze between the document and Karnak in disbelief. "...Does the prince know he''s an investor?" "Well, I''m making money for him, so I don''t think he''d object." "True, you''re not exactly doing anything wrong." In this situation, it was hard to argue against making this a mission of the King''s Order. "No issues, right?" "None." Commander Erantel accepted the document with a wry smile. "Take care out there." *** Commander Erantel granted permission. The mission to rescue Edia was officially recognized as a task for the King''s Order. The next step was to track down her whereabouts. Serati offered a suggestion. "Shall we visit the Drunta Adventurers'' Guild? We might find a bounty hunter who can track down Edia." Baros shook his head. "That would take too long." They weren''t dealing with a high-ranking noble, just two ordinary citizens who had disappeared. In such cases, it usually took a long time to trace their whereabouts. Even in the best-case scenario, it would take several months. "If we take that long, Altas Merchant Group''s remaining trade routes will vanish too." Time was of the essence. If they couldn''t restore Edia to her position within a month, even the rights to sell Altas Merchant Group would be gone. "There''s no need for that." Karnak smiled brightly. "All we need to do is find Owent, right?" Since Owent had kidnapped Edia, finding him would naturally lead them to her. Baros asked in disbelief. "Isn''t that what we''re trying to figure out in the first place?" "Why are we overthinking it? We know someone who might know." "Who?" "The one who reported it¡ªTekas Merchant Group." "Oh..." Now that he thought about it, that made sense. Owent had shown up to take Edia, and Tekas Merchant Group conveniently reported it. The fact that they timed it so perfectly suggested that they had deliberately manipulated the situation. "All we need to do is find the one who reported Owent and ask about his whereabouts." "How do you know they''ll know where he is?" It was possible that Tekas Merchant Group just stumbled upon the information about Owent and took advantage of it. Baros pointed this out, and Karnak shrugged. "You''re right. I can''t guarantee it. But it''s quite a plausible theory, don''t you think?" Owent had escaped Drunta too easily, even with Edia in tow. A mere merchant wouldn''t have been able to pull that off. "Someone had to have helped him." There was even a chance that Tekas Merchant Group was connected to the Dark God''s cult. After all, they would need some sort of relationship to manipulate a cultist like Owent. "Well, it''s all speculation for now. There''s no solid proof." But it was worth investigating. "Interrogating him should give us answers." Serati frowned. "Are you planning to stick a needle in his head again?" "No." Karnak had already been scolded by her for relying too much on memory manipulation. She had told him to stop trying to solve everything by messing with people''s minds. "This time, I''m planning to act like a normal person." Serati''s expression was skeptical. "If you do that, they won''t confess easily." "Why?" Karnak raised an eyebrow, as if he didn''t understand the problem. "I told you, I''ll act like a ''normal'' person." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 140 - 139 Chapter 140: Chapter 139In the dead of night, a man in his mid-forties lay bound on the floor of a lavishly furnished bedroom. His body was covered in wounds, as if he had endured severe torture. "Ugh... ugh..." Three unidentified figures loomed over him as he groaned. They are dressed in black robes from head to toe and their faces are completely covered with black hoods, so it is impossible to tell the difference between men and women, let alone their identities. The man, terrified, asked in a weak voice, "...Who are you?" Just the night before, he had gone to sleep peacefully in his bed. Now, he had awakened bound and thrown onto the floor of his own bedroom. "Why are you doing this to me?" There was no answer. One of the figures simply lifted a poker, which had been heated red-hot by some mana. "P-please!" He begged for mercy, but it was in vain. The scorching metal seared his flesh mercilessly. "AAAAAAHHH!" The pain was unbearable, but it was too intense even to pass out. The man thrashed and screamed in agony. "What do you want from me?!" Still, there was no response. The poker glowed hotly again and drew near. "AAAHHHH!" And so it continued. They asked no questions, made no demands, and remained silent, inflicting torture without pause. The man felt as though he would go mad. ''Why... why are they doing this?'' No matter how much he screamed, no guards or servants came to his aid. It seemed a soundproof barrier had been erected. After what felt like an eternity of torment, one of the figures finally spoke. "Drunta branch manager of the Tekas Merchant Group, Maddington. Is that correct?" Maddington''s eyes widened in shock, and he nodded frantically. "Yes! Yes!" They had tortured him this much only now to ask his identity? What if they had gotten the wrong person? But he was too broken from the torture to feel any sense of injustice. He was simply relieved that they were finally talking to him. "I will ask you something." The voice was cold as it continued the interrogation. "You know the name Owent, don''t you?" "Yes! He was the former head of the Altas Merchant Group!" Even as he answered, Maddington was confused. Why was Owent being brought up in this situation? "They say you reported Owent and his wife to the Alium Temple, correct?" "T-that''s true, but..." "Hahaha..." One of the figures chuckled derisively before shouting angrily. "You heretic! Did you think you could harm a follower of Tesranak and go unpunished?" Only then did Maddington realize who his tormentors were. ''Could it be... the Cult of the Dark God?'' Frantically, he replied, "H-harm? They escaped safely, I swear!" "Owent and his wife''s whereabouts are unknown. You must have killed them and hidden their bodies somewhere." One of the hooded figures drew a menacing longsword. "In the name of Tesranak, I will deliver divine punishment." "W-wait!" Maddington''s face turned pale. "There''s been some misunderstanding! I''m also a follower of Tesranak!" The hooded figures scoffed. "Do you think we''re fools?" "Do you think such a lie will work in this situation?" "Do you think the glory of serving the Dark God is something just anyone can claim?" Desperate, Maddington''s voice rose. "I''m not lying! I swear on the name of the Dark God!" He flailed his bound arms and pointed toward a table in the corner of the bedroom. "There! In the drawer! There''s a hidden compartment! You''ll find proof of my devotion to the Dark God!" One of the figures opened the drawer and retrieved something¡ªa small emblem, proof of a lay follower of Tesranak. It was a blasphemous object that would have led to being burned at the stake if discovered by the Goddesses'' Church. "See! We''re brothers in faith!" Just as Maddington sighed in relief, a cold voice followed. "If you are truly an apostle of the Dark God, why did you betray your fellow believer, Owent?" Panicking, Maddington hurriedly explained. "It was all a scheme Owent and I devised together." He had wanted to take control of the Altas Merchant Group and raise his position within the Tekas Merchant Group, while Owent had wanted to bring his wife into the Cult of the Dark God. Their goals aligned, and they had worked together on this plan. "If that''s true..." The hooded figure spoke with clear disbelief. "Then why can''t anyone find Owent and Edia?" "They went back to his Brothers in Etrial!" Maddington explained that Owent and his wife had fled to the Wellard branch of the Cult of the Dark God, located in the Kingdom of Etrial. Of course, it would be impossible to find them in the Kingdom of Yustil. "Lies. I''ve heard no such thing." "The branches of our cult rarely exchange information, as you know!" Desperate, Maddington gave the exact location of the Wellard branch where Owent had gone. "Go there and check for yourself! You''ll see that I''m telling the truth!" The hooded figure slowly nodded. Then, suddenly, he removed his hood and looked toward the door. "It seems that''s all we needed to know." The door opened, and a group of men entered. "...What?" Maddington''s eyes widened in disbelief. "Well done, Lord Karnak." "You treacherous scum, thinking you could deceive us!" They were familiar faces. Every one of them wore robes emblazoned with the symbol of the Moon. These were the priests of the Alium Temple, the same people Maddington had run to just days ago to report Owent. "...No..." *** Maddington was dragged away by the priests of the Alium Temple. Before parting ways, Karnak turned to the priests and asked, "Do you think the head of the Tekas Merchant Group is also part of the cult?" It was unclear whether this was just the branch manager''s doing or if the entire guild was involved. If the whole Tekas Merchant Group was entangled, Karnak would have to reconsider their dealings, particularly regarding the copper mine. The priest of Alium, wearing a thoughtful expression, replied, "We don''t know yet. He claims otherwise, but there''s a chance he''s hiding the truth." They promised to let Karnak know if they discovered the truth before leaving. Karnak and his group also left Maddington''s home and returned to their residence. As they walked through the nighttime streets, Serati cautiously spoke up. "Excuse me, Lord Karnak." "Hmm?" "Why didn''t you ask any questions and just started with torture?" "That way, they can''t think straight. I made sure to break him until he wasn''t in his right mind. Why, was something wrong with that?" "Not really... the interrogation wasn''t particularly unusual..." While the torture had been severe, it wasn''t out of the ordinary. The issue was that they had conducted it under the guise of behaving "like a human." "I just think you should be aware that you didn''t exactly act like a human." Serati thought it was essential to push Karnak''s moral compass toward something closer to normal for the sake of humanity''s future. Karnak looked puzzled. "Isn''t this what everyone does?" "Well, it is, but most people don''t think it''s a good thing. Wouldn''t it have been better to just use needles on his brain?" "That wouldn''t have worked." No matter what methods they used, they would have eventually figured out Owent''s whereabouts. But this way, the Drunta branch of the Tekas Merchant Group would be too preoccupied to recover quickly. "This way, when Edia comes back, it''ll be easier for them to rebuild the merchant group, since Tekas will be in disarray." Karnak was confident he had acted as a human should, and he had his reasons. His method was an adaptation of how Alius had disguised himself as a bandit to expose a necromancer. "Serati, didn''t you say to just follow good people''s example when in doubt?" He had followed the actions of a good person (Alius), punished the wrongdoer, and even summoned good people (the priests of Alium) to confirm everything. And to top it off, they had praised him! "Wow, I really think I did an excellent job this time." "Indeed, young master." Karnak and Baros grinned as they indulged in self-praise. Watching them, Serati grew more confused. ''Wait... did they really act like humans?'' These inhuman beings were pretending to act like humans, but for some reason, Serati found herself questioning humanity, not them. ''Well, as long as we can rescue Lady Edia, I guess it''s fine...'' *** Now that they knew Edia''s location, all that was left was to track her down. Karnak immediately assembled a pursuit team. His usual group¡ªhimself, Baros, Serati, and Laficel¡ªwas joined by one new member: Millia, a second-tier inquisitor from the 7th battalion of the King''s Order. Since this was an official mission of the King''s Order and not a personal matter, they had to bring along an inquisitor. Worried that she might overhear something she shouldn''t? It wasn''t a problem. They had taken her along on previous missions for the King''s Order without issue. And besides, now they have Laficel. Whether Millia was there or not, they had to be careful about what they said and did. "If worse comes to worst, we''ll just stick a needle in her head and be done with it." Naturally, Serati protested... "Didn''t you say you were going to act like a human?" Karnak remained confident. "I acted like a human last time, so this time I can afford to take it easy, right?" "Where on earth does that logic come from?" "Variety is important for a balanced life¡ªsometimes you do good, sometimes you do bad." "...At this point, I don''t even know where to start with my rebuttal." Unaware of these sinister intentions, Millia happily joined the group. ''See? Lord Karnak must really care about me!'' Working under Karnak had many benefits. Since being assigned to the 7th battalion, Millia''s reputation had greatly improved. She had gained experience and grown stronger than most of her peers. Whatever the internal situation might be, things were going well for her. The person most pleased by Millia''s addition to the group was Laficel, the ashen-haired girl. "Hello, Priestess Millia." "Nice to meet you, Miss Laficel." There was only a 3-4 year age gap between Laficel and Millia. After spending so much time with adults, Laficel was happy to finally have a peer around. Especially since two of those adults had the mental age of someone who had lived 120 years. The two girls quickly hit it off. As they packed for the journey, they laughed non-stop as if everything was hilarious. Lord Karnak and Sir Baros are like old men! They sometimes have silent staring contests! Yet they always pick the best food and drink! Such picky eaters! They''re incredibly fussy about inns and sleeping arrangements! But that part is nice! Such cheerful banter flowed between the two girls as they laughed together. Karnak and Baros, overhearing this, tilted their heads in confusion. "What are they so happy about?" "Well, it''s nice to see them getting along." Once all the luggage was packed onto the saddles, the preparations for the journey were complete. Karnak turned to the group and spoke seriously. "Let''s hurry and rescue Lady Edia. We don''t know what kind of suffering she might be enduring among those cultists." It was a perfectly normal thing to say in such a situation, so Laficel and Millia didn''t find it strange at all. "Yes, sir!" "Aye!" But Baros and Serati were taken aback. [Whoa, did the young master just say something reasonable?] [Someone might actually believe he''s genuinely worried about Lady Edia.] With a sullen face, Karnak mounted his horse. [This is exactly what I''m supposed to say in a situation like this, right? I told you I''ve been studying.] The others mounted their horses as well. The five horses set off from their residence, galloping through the streets of Drunta. [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] S§×arch* The N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Chapter 141 - 140 Chapter 141: Chapter 140Unlike the unified Lacaenia Empire that had long existed, the western continent was made up of scattered tribal states, each forming its own distinct culture. As time passed, these tribal states went through a series of alliances and separations, eventually transforming into five major powers, marking the birth of the Five Kingdoms. Felmyre, Tarum, Etrial, Lifaul, and Altale. These five kingdoms, sometimes joining hands and sometimes battling one another, continued to grow in strength. As the western powers became more formidable, the Lacaenia Empire could no longer sit idly by, leading to more frequent clashes between the two sides. In response, the five warring kingdoms formed an alliance to stand against the Empire. The Lacaenia Empire, in turn, appointed the Yustil and Atringen families as margraves to keep the west in check. However, this decision backfired. Both families betrayed the Empire, declaring independence and siding with the western forces. The Five Kingdoms Alliance then expanded into the Seven Kingdoms Alliance. From then on, the Lacaenia Empire and the Seven Kingdoms Alliance maintained a long, complex relationship. When the Empire was strong, the Seven Kingdoms Alliance resisted fiercely. When the Empire weakened, the Alliance would launch counterattacks. At times, when both sides were equally matched, a more amicable atmosphere would prevail. At the center of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance lay the Kingdom of Etrial. It was centrally located geographically, not politically. The Kingdom of Etrial was the smallest and poorest of the Seven Kingdoms. Its first disadvantage was that it was landlocked with no access to the sea. Its second problem was that monsters frequently appeared within its borders. Of course, monsters appeared frequently across the continent, but there was no other country where they were so evenly distributed across the entire territory as in Etrial. The land was dominated by the towering Halcyor Mountain in the center, the surrounding vast Kalenta Forest, and the enormous lake Desperl, often referred to as an inland sea. The entire nation was made up of mountains, forests, and lakes. Farming was difficult, and the moment one stepped outside a village, danger lurked in every direction. In essence, the kingdom was an ideal environment for monsters to thrive. Strictly speaking, humans had forced their way into a land that was originally a primary habitat for monsters. As a result, all sorts of monster hunters and treasure hunters seeking ancient relics flocked to this land. Providing services to these adventurers and distributing the relics they obtained helped develop commerce in the region. Thus, the Kingdom of Etrial earned the nickname "The Land of Adventurers." Countless adventurers gathered here, hoping for a big score, and in turn, merchants gathered to profit from these adventurers. Wellard City, located at the edge of the great Kalenta Forest, was a city that flourished through pioneering and trade. Even today, the streets of the city were bustling with all sorts of outsiders. Among them were Karnak and his party, who had just arrived. *** The pioneer city of Wellard consisted mostly of wooden buildings, except for a few temples and watchtowers. Walking past the large roads lined with numerous log buildings, Karnak pulled his collar tighter. "Ugh, it''s cold." Though it was relatively warm for mid-winter, the chill still seeped through. Smoke rose from various parts of the city, a sign that people were hard at work heating their homes. Baros glanced around and spoke. "We should find an inn first." Millia asked, "Shouldn''t we meet with Sir Starr first?" Karnak''s party was part of the King''s Order of Yustil. They couldn''t act freely in a foreign land. Thus, they had already arranged to receive cooperation from the King''s Order of Etrial and were scheduled to meet with a man named Starr Fallon here. "Do you think Sir Starr is strong?" Serati wondered. Karnak replied indifferently, "I don''t know." To be honest, it didn''t matter whether he was strong or not. They had enough power as it was. The cooperation was merely a political formality. As long as the guide did their job properly, that was enough. "We''re supposed to meet today, but there''s still plenty of time before evening." Baros smacked his lips. "While we wait, let''s grab something to eat and explore the town." Karnak''s eyes lit up. "Sounds good. I wonder what this town''s specialties are?" At the mention of food, Millia''s eyes sparkled. She had learned by now! The legendary tale of Karnak that was passed down in the Seventh Battalion! -There''s no need to beg for expensive meals! -Just investigate the local specialties and make a suggestion! -The captain will then spend money like water! -He''ll buy you so much that you''ll be stuffed to the brim, and it''ll be the finest regional delicacies! She was a diligent and conscientious person who never ignored her seniors'' advice. "Wellard City''s specialties are..." Millia''s mental encyclopedia flipped open. "Goat shank stew with salted lemon, smoked oysters flavored with herbs, and trout tartare with shallots!" Karnak shot her a look. "You want me to buy it, don''t you?" "Yep!" It wasn''t just Millia. Laficel''s eyes were also gleaming with anticipation. Twinkling, sparkling eyes. "...Fine, let''s go." As they headed out to eat, Karnak pondered for a moment. He enjoyed eating delicious food, but at the same time, he couldn''t help feeling a bit conflicted. ''What kind of image do they have of me, anyway?'' *** Due to the geographic diversity of the Kingdom of Etrial, many different languages were spoken. The northwest of the kingdom spoke Isola, from Yustil, Atringen, and the Kingdom of Tarum. The northeast spoke Bernardi Language from the Kingdom of Felmyre. In the southern regions, Ralfon Language, from the Kingdoms of Lifaul and Altale, was spoken. Additionally, Keltin, the ancient language of the Church of the Seven Goddesses, was still used. Since Wellard City was in the western part of Etrial, Isola was commonly spoken here. After finding an inn, storing their belongings, and handing over their horses, Karnak and his group set out to find the restaurant Millia had recommended. Her information was impeccable. Most of the dishes she had suggested greatly pleased Karnak. "Ah, this was worth spending money on." The smoked oysters with herbs, in particular, were a delicacy. "This town has no sea, so how is smoked oysters a specialty?" In response to Karnak''s question, Serati chuckled. "Since it''s inland, smoking techniques developed. If it were by the coast, they''d eat them raw." "Ah, I see." Baros was enjoying wine made from mountain grapes. "This local wine is delicious too. Should I grab a few bottles?" However, carrying them around would be cumbersome. With some disappointment, he asked, "Young Master, when will you reach the Ninth Circle?" "Why the sudden question about the Ninth Circle?" S§×ar?h the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Because then you''ll be able to use a subspace pouch." "Oh, look at this cheeky servant trying to turn his master into a porter!" Gathered around a warm brazier, sharing good food, the atmosphere naturally became more relaxed. Karnak quietly smiled. ''Ah, this is nice.'' Even these small moments made him realize something important. No matter how much of the world one conquers while sitting on a cold, empty throne, it''s meaningless in the end. ''It was the right choice to give up power.'' After filling their stomachs, they still had time to spare before meeting with the King''s Order from Etrial. Baros idly scratched his head and asked. "So, what should we do now?" Serati, Millia, and Laficel all shouted in unison. "Let''s go shopping!" *** Wellard City, as a pioneer and trade hub, was a place where goods from all over the Seven Kingdoms passed through. As a result, it had quite a few luxury items compared to the city''s size. Technically, most of these items were just temporarily stored here before being moved to other kingdoms, but some of them inevitably ended up on the market. This time, Serati enjoyed her shopping frugally, while also keeping Karnak and Baros in mind. "They have high-quality men''s underwear here too. It looks like it''s from the Kingdom of Felmyre." The two men grimaced at the sight of the underwear Serati handed them. "Do we really need to buy this?" "You can just wear whatever underwear you want." However, after trying them on, both men''s attitudes changed. "Serati, I admit I was foolish." "Me too." Who would have thought that good underwear could be so comfortable! "Why didn''t we know about this before?" "Uh, maybe because we never had a reason to?" They had always been so busy traveling and fighting that they hadn''t cared about such small details. And when they later became undead, there was even less reason to care. Now, Karnak expressed regret. "If I had known, I would''ve bought some elf-made underwear when we went to the Grenthal Estate." Serati shook her head. "That would''ve been impossible. They only sold women''s underwear." True, it wasn''t something men would typically spend that much on unless they were high-ranking royals or nobles. Satisfied, Karnak and Baros both smiled contentedly. Serati felt a sense of pride. ''I''m glad they both liked it.'' Meanwhile, Millia and Laficel had more mixed expressions. Watching two grown men standing in the middle of the street talking about the comfort of their underwear wasn''t exactly thrilling for the teenage girls. ''Ah, this is a bit embarrassing.'' ''Isn''t it?'' ''Let''s pretend we didn''t hear.'' ''Yes, let''s.'' Suddenly, Baros glanced up at the sun. "By the way, it''s about time we head to the meeting point." *** In the large plaza in the center of the city. Karnak and his group waited leisurely, scanning the people passing by. And then, a young man, seemingly about twenty years old, approached them. At first, they thought he was just another passerby. His appearance didn''t match the description they had of Sir Starr. But then the man cautiously asked them. "Excuse me, are you Baron Karnak of the Kingdom of Yustil?" "How do you know me?" Karnak scrutinized the man warily. The young man had thick, tawny hair and green eyes, with a handsome yet somewhat delicate appearance. Despite his fragile look, his body was well-trained, suggesting he was a capable warrior. The young man quickly continued. "Sir Starr was injured, so I''ve come in his place. Here''s proof of the King''s Order..." The man handed over a magic-imbued emblem. Serati pulled out the emblem they had prepared and matched them. A small light briefly flickered and disappeared. This was what happened when the magic codes embedded in the emblems matched. These days, security measures like this were essential, given the infiltration of spies from various sects. There was no doubt he was from the King''s Order of Etrial. "It''s confirmed." After putting the emblem away, Serati asked again. "Is Sir Starr all right? Was there an incident?" "He was injured during another mission. He''s unable to move for a while, so I''ve come in his place." "I see." Given the nature of the King''s Order''s missions, this was entirely plausible. Since it didn''t matter who met them, there was no need to be concerned. But Karnak and Baros both frowned. ''Who is this?'' ''Why does he seem familiar...?'' Though they had never met this man before, there was something oddly familiar about him. Yet they couldn''t place why. Baros cautiously asked. "May I ask your name?" "Oh, I haven''t introduced myself yet." The young man hurriedly blushed, seemingly a bit timid. "I''m Laven Strauss, from the Fifth Battalion of Etrial''s King''s Order." In that instant, Karnak and Baros'' expressions hardened. ''Laven?'' ''Sir Laven?'' Now they knew why he seemed so familiar. That face belonged to none other than the young version of Laven Strauss, the Martial King of Delphiad, who had tormented Karnak so much! ''What is he doing here?!'' [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 142 - 141 Chapter 142: Chapter 141The Seven Kingdoms Alliance consists of nations, each with its own distinct characteristics. First, there''s Felmyre Kingdom, the most powerful due to its vast territory and large population. Then, there''s Tarum Kingdom, a maritime nation that dominates the sea and waterways after pioneering the northern sea routes. Altale Kingdom boasts the most powerful knight order, while Lifaul Kingdom serves as the breadbasket of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance. Both Yustil Kingdom and Atringen Kingdom, formerly part of the Empire, excel in the magic academia and are culturally and artistically advanced. Compared to these nations, the Etrial Kingdom is undoubtedly the weakest. Although called the "land of adventurers," which might suggest a lively and intense atmosphere, in reality, it is simply overrun by transient vagabonds, lacking any true substance. Still, there is a reason why the Etrial Kingdom has not been swallowed by other kingdoms and continues to stand firm. It is thanks to the presence of the Strauss ducal house, the kingdom''s protector. *** "Strauss... You mean that Strauss?" "The family of the Martial King?" Serati and Millia were astonished. The Strauss Ducal House! Anyone across the continent would know the name of the ruler of the Delphiad region and the house of Martial King Gallard. That is, unless they were an amnesiac girl. "Do you know him?" The girl with ash-gray hair tilted her head with an innocent expression. Serati and Millia quickly stopped her, fearing that it might be rude. ''Oh, Laficel!'' ''I''ll explain later!'' ''...?'' Laven smiled bitterly. "Yes, Martial King Gallard is my father. I am, sadly, an unworthy descendant who is sullying the family name." He turned and suggested it to the group. "We can''t just stand here talking on the street. Let''s move somewhere else." *** The Lacaenia Empire is mighty. In all aspects¡ªterritory, population, power, and culture¡ªit far surpasses the Seven Kingdoms Alliance. This superiority is evident in the presence of the strongest figures of the era. Even now, two of the three Archmages belong to the Empire, and three of the Four Martial Kings are under the influence of the Empire. Except for the Elven Archmage Giyen Ren of the Fairy race, most of humanity''s strongest belong to the Lacaenia Empire. In contrast, the only powerhouse in the Seven Kingdoms Alliance is the Martial King of Delphiad, Gallard Strauss. Thus, the Strauss Ducal Family is respected not just in the Etrial Kingdom but throughout the Seven Kingdoms Alliance. It wasn''t just because of symbolic reasons. The Strauss family possessed a tremendous ability, unmatched even by the renowned families of the Lacaenia Empire. For over 200 years, they have consistently produced Martial Kings. There''s a saying: the hardest thing in the world is raising children, and the second hardest is teaching students. Yet, the Strauss family consistently raised their children and trained them into Martial Kings. Honestly, it''s a remarkable achievement. That''s why there''s another saying: The Martial King of Delphiad might not be the strongest swordsman in the world, but the Strauss Ducal House is undoubtedly the world''s greatest sword family! ''And that young man is the next Martial King?'' Serati marveled as she looked at the youth walking ahead. Incredible. He had completely concealed his strength. Had Karnak not informed her in advance, she would have merely thought him a regular knight, unaware that he was the future Martial King. [Just by looking at him, it''s hard to tell if he''s even awakened his aura. Is this what it takes to become the future Martial King?] Serati was in awe of Laven''s talent. [Actually, that''s what''s been bothering me... I''ve been observing closely.] Baros wore a puzzled expression. [It really seems like he hasn''t awakened his aura.] [What?] Baros, who had the keen insight of a Martial King, could not be fooled, no matter how much someone tried to conceal their strength. Laven, being barely 20, couldn''t deceive him. It was certain. He wasn''t hiding his power. There wasn''t any power to hide in the first place. [This is strange. Why is he so weak? Is this really Sir Laven?] Even Karnak was confused. S~ea??h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. [Is he that weak?] [Yes. He''d lose if he fought Laficel.] [Isn''t it a bit much to compare him to Laficel?] [Well...] After a moment of thought, Baros made a comparison that Karnak could easily understand. [Remember Randolph of Deventor?] [Yeah.] [He''s about that level.] [Wow, he really is weak.] Now Karnak understood, and he examined the young man walking ahead. [He does look like Laven.] Moreover, he couldn''t figure out why Laven was here. [Shouldn''t he be in the middle of intense training as Gallard''s successor?] [I don''t know. It''s not like I remember the exact timeline.] It was possible. The time period they remembered as Laven''s "youth" spanned over a decade. [Now that I think about it, I seem to recall that Sir Laven''s aura awakening was quite late for a Martial King.] Watching the two, Serati asked. [In his past life, did he not join the King''s Order?] Baros chuckled. [Of course not. The King''s Order didn''t even exist back then.] [Then something must have changed...] While the three of them exchanged curious glances at Laven, Millia, unable to contain her curiosity any longer, openly asked a question. "Excuse me, may I ask you something?" "Yes? Sure." "How did you end up working in the King''s Order? Shouldn''t you be undergoing successor training in the Strauss family?" Laven''s face showed a hint of weariness, as if tired of such questions. "Oh, I think you''re confusing me with my older brother." But then he quickly managed his expression and answered politely. "The one inheriting the Strauss name is my older brother, Emile. Not me." Hearing this, Baros''s expression subtly changed. ''Right. Sir Laven wasn''t the heir to the Martial King from the start.'' *** The current Martial King of Delphiad, Gallard Strauss, had two sons. The eldest was Emile Strauss, and the second, three years younger, was Laven Strauss. From a young age, Emile was renowned as a prodigy. No matter how difficult the sword technique, he learned it with ease, and he handled grueling training as if it were child''s play. Even the stern Martial King Gallard refrained from nagging Emile much. Laven, on the other hand, was ordinary. It''s not that he lacked talent. As a member of the Strauss bloodline, he was undoubtedly gifted in martial arts. Compared to most other knights, he would still be considered exceptional. The problem was that Emile was a genius sent from the heavens. Laven was certainly brilliant and talented, but unfortunately, the person he was compared to¡ªhis older brother¡ªwas simply too extraordinary. Gallard, as well as the entire family, had already chosen Emile as the next Martial King of Delphiad. As Laven grew older, being constantly compared to his older brother made him increasingly withdrawn. The Strauss name became nothing but a heavy burden on his shoulders. He only thought about becoming independent and living as an ordinary knight, far removed from his family. The turning point came when Laven was 19 years old. A disaster befell his brother, Emile. A powerful necromancer appeared in Yustil Kingdom, causing chaos. Emile, who was unusually righteous and deeply religious, pursued this vile necromancer to protect the people, but instead, he was ambushed and killed. Emile was only 22 when he tragically perished. Thus, Laven was suddenly plunged into the role of the heir to the Strauss family and the next Martial King. *** [So...] Halfway through the explanation, Serati fixed Karnak with a sharp gaze. [You''re telling me he died at the hands of an evil necromancer?] It was easy to guess who that necromancer might have been. Baros chuckled. [Who else could it be?] [Is there any place where you didn''t cause trouble?] [That''s why we were constantly being chased. It''s no wonder the young master became a public enemy of all humanity.] *** After that, Laven was forced to walk the path of a successor, reluctantly. With his older brother gone, he had no choice but to dedicate himself to the sword training he hadn''t cared much for, and he had to endure direct instruction from his father, whom he had always feared. Gallard was relentless in pushing him. The Strauss family had produced Martial Kings for generations. He couldn''t allow the family''s centuries-old legacy to be tarnished during his time. Thankfully, Laven''s talents finally blossomed, albeit belatedly. He had merely been overshadowed by Emile until now; Laven, too, was a prodigy of the Strauss bloodline. Once he began to stand out, his growth was rapid, and he eventually succeeded Gallard to become the next Martial King of Delphiad. [After that, well, he chased the young master day and night, seeking vengeance for his older brother.] [Man, that was exhausting.] Karnak grumbled as he recalled the past. [If you think about it, he became Martial King because of me, yet he was so fixated on revenge.] Serati, utterly dumbfounded, remarked. [Wow, what a trashy thing to say.] [That was?] [Yes.] [Then I''ll avoid saying things like that from now on.] Karnak mentally added another line to his list titled, "Things to Avoid Saying When Trying to Live Like a Decent Human Being." From his experiences, he had learned that waiting to fully understand before taking action often meant being too late. There were too many things in the world to be cautious about, so he figured he should act first, understand later. It was part of his effort to live like a decent human being. That''s why he had asked Serati to point out his mistakes immediately. ...Though, it was starting to feel like she was treating him more and more roughly because of it. In any case, thinking back on the past, he roughly understood the situation. [Emile is still alive now, right? Since I didn''t kill him.] [Sir Laven wouldn''t have had the chance to change either.] [So he stayed independent and became a member of Etrial''s King''s Order?] [It wouldn''t tarnish the family''s name to join the King''s Order.] The King''s Order was a prestigious organization made up of elite members, admired by many. It was just that the Strauss family name was so renowned that it overshadowed the King''s Order somewhat. [Gallard must have agreed to it willingly.] Baros gazed at Laven''s back with a distant look. ''Sir Laven not as the Martial King...'' Among the four Martial Kings, Laven Strauss was the one Baros clashed with most frequently. Naturally, since Karnak had been responsible for killing his older brother, Laven had plenty of reasons to fight him. They had fought to the death 23 times, with Boras winning six times and Laven winning 17. Baros had been killed nine times. Yet, despite all this, Baros didn''t harbor any ill will towards him. In fact, he even respected him. Laven was, in Baros''s mind, the closest to the ideal image of a knight. ''Honestly, why would I hate him? We''re the ones who committed all the wrongs. It''s only natural that he despises us.'' Baros had been the most regretful when Laven became a Death Knight and was changed forever. Now, with Emile still alive, Laven would never become the Martial King again. He would likely live quietly as an ordinary knight, a member of the King''s Order. ''The Martial King of Delphiad I knew no longer exists...'' [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 143 - 142 Chapter 143: Chapter 142The place Laven guided Karnak and his group to was the headquarters of the merchant group located in the center of Wellard City. Much like the Kingdom of Yustil, the Etrial King''s Order often worked hand-in-hand with the noble families of each region. "If you''ve already booked an inn, I suggest you move here. You''ll find it much more convenient in many ways, and we''ll also take good care of your horses." Karnak readily accepted Laven''s suggestion. It''s free, so there''s no reason to refuse. "That''s very kind of you. I appreciate it." The merchant group welcomed them with utmost courtesy. Since they were introduced by the Strauss family, they seemed to take special care. After spreading a map on the table, Laven spoke in a serious tone. "We''ve confirmed the location where the cultists of the Dark God are hiding." Through a messenger, the information Karnak''s group had obtained was already delivered to the Etrial King''s Order. The investigation was based on this information. "Their hideout is the ancient ruin Maleficus, located in the western part of Kalenta." *** Before humanity had even begun to build its civilization, the world was ruled by unknown ancient species. Very little is known about them. Even the dragon race and fairy race, who live far longer than humans, had no records of them. What is known is that they were giants, roughly three meters tall, and that necromancy, a forbidden art to humans, was originally a technique of these ancient beings. Despite the mystery surrounding them, no one doubts their existence. Ancient ruins left behind by these ancient species, commonly referred to as dungeons, are scattered all over the world. Strictly speaking, the word "dungeon" simply means prison. More specifically, "tower prison." However, since most castles also built prisons underground, the meaning expanded to include underground prisons, and eventually, the term was applied to the complex ruins overrun with monsters. There''s a reason why ancient ruins are mostly associated with being underground. Most ancient ruins are buried beneath the earth. Why? Because anything left on the surface had already been looted and used as building materials by humans. The structures of the ruins were repurposed for construction. Another reason most ancient ruins are underground is that the primary skill of the ancient species was necromancy. The greatest enemy of necromancy is the sun. So, even if ancient ruins are exposed to sunlight, they lose their power and become mere piles of stones. But underground ruins were different. The powers of the ancient species still lingered. Their control over monsters and influence over countless undead spirits and wraiths persisted in the darkness. Though dangerous monsters and evil spirits appeared in these places, the ruins might also contain valuable treasures from the ancient species that have been forgotten in the present era. It was only natural that dungeons became objects of desire. This led to the emergence of treasure hunters, specialists who explored ancient ruins. Many treasure hunters died while exploring dungeons. Over time, dungeons were looted to the point where they became empty. Many years passed. Even without treasure, a dungeon remains a dungeon. Monsters and evil spirits continue to appear. But who would risk their lives entering a dungeon if there''s nothing to gain? These abandoned dungeons were forgotten. Occasionally, if the number of monsters in a dungeon grew so large that they threatened nearby villages, a subjugation party would be sent. Even this wasn''t done often since the cost of sending a party usually outweighed any benefits. But there were those who saw potential in these abandoned dungeons. Why are dungeons dangerous? Because of the appearance of monsters and evil spirits. Why do monsters and evil spirits appear in dungeons? Because of the lingering power of necromancy left behind by the ancient beings. In other words, for a necromancer, a dungeon could be controlled, with the monsters and evil spirits turned into their own power! Many cultists, fleeing persecution, hid in these ancient ruins. Tesranak''s followers settled in abandoned dungeons all across the continent. The Wellard branch of the Dark God''s cult, located in the Maleficus dungeon, was one such case. *** It was an enormous stone chamber. Its height reached over ten meters, and the pillars were more than twice as thick as those found in a typical temple of the Church of the Goddesses. This was proof that it was an ancient ruin left behind by the ancient species. There are no remaining records of the ancient species'' appearance. No one knows what they looked like. However, their buildings and tools were much larger than those used by humans, though the basic shapes were similar. This is why people assume they were giants, roughly three meters tall. Torches lit the stone chamber, illuminating the interior. Despite being underground, the ventilation was excellent, allowing the torches to burn brightly and making it easy to breathe. In this deep underground stone chamber, dozens of cultists who worshiped Tesranak had gathered. "There must be death for there to be resurrection, night must deepen for dawn to come, and destruction must exist for creation to follow..." A man in his mid-fifties, clad in a black robe, stood before them, solemnly leading the mass. He was the archbishop Hugot, head of the Wellard branch of the Dark God''s cult. "We offer our prayers in the name of the master of death and destruction, of darkness and resurrection, who oversees the dawn and creation." The people bowed their heads, murmuring in a trance-like state. "O Tesranak, watch over us, protect us..." Among them was a woman in her thirties named Edia. Outwardly, she appeared to be offering prayers like the others. But inwardly, her thoughts were quite different. ''What utter nonsense.'' It had been fifteen days since her ex-husband Owent had kidnapped her and brought her to these Maleficus ruins. For the sake of her safety, she had been cooperating, but the more she listened to their doctrine, the more absurd it seemed. They claim that there must be destruction for creation, but... ''How is this the word of a god? It sounds more like a construction worker''s logic.'' Even if you accept the notion that you need to destroy something old to create something new, where''s the guarantee that what''s newly built will be better? ''Well, I guess all cult doctrines are pretty much the same.'' Historically speaking, cults have always been a common occurrence. There are necromancers who claim to be gods, gathering followers and deceiving them with promises of eternal life. There are those who assert that the Church of the Seven Goddesses is wrong and that their god is the true god. What these cults commonly preach is a new world. They all want to destroy the current world and create a new one. To those dissatisfied with reality, this may sound appealing, but anyone with common sense would scoff at such an idea. Before she was brought here, Edia couldn''t understand these people. She couldn''t fathom why Owent had been so taken in by a doctrine that wasn''t particularly special. But now that she''d seen it up close, she could understand to some extent. The Dark God''s cult claims that necromancy is a divine power bestowed by Tesranak. The so-called ''clergy'' of Tesranak wield this power of darkness. So far, this was no different from other cults. The problem lies in what came next. "Disciple Dale, step forward." A man stepped forward, his face brimming with excitement. "Ooh!" "Brother Dale!" Cheers erupted from all around, filled with envy. With his hand placed on the man''s forehead, Hugot solemnly declared, "You, a faithful servant of Tesranak, are baptized in the name of darkness." A powerful darkness enveloped the man''s entire body. Overcome with emotion, Dale praised the Dark God. "I dedicate my body and soul to Tesranak!" Indeed. This ordinary man had gained the power of darkness with just a touch of Hugot''s hand. This was what set them apart from the other cults that only preached empty words. ''...They really do bestow power.'' The monsters that had terrorized the dungeon now obeyed like slaves. The fearsome evil spirits and wraiths, which had once been terrifying, now guarded the ruins like trained pets. And this wasn''t something limited to the Dark God''s clergy. Even ordinary followers could wield these powers. In the Dark God''s cult, even regular believers could easily obtain the power of darkness. Just look at her husband. Didn''t he single-handedly knock down a dozen of guards and kidnap Edia? ''Owent, who originally would''ve had a hard time dealing with even one of them, was just a regular merchant.'' The image of necromancy that the Dark God''s cult teaches also plays a significant role in expanding their influence. The Church of the Seven Goddesses teaches that necromancy is a corrupt and dark art, ruled by death and darkness. On the other hand, the Dark God''s cult defines necromancy as a sacred power that rules over even death and darkness. It''s the same idea, but the nuance changes the entire perception. Who in this world would willingly choose to die? The ability to control death? Immortality is always an enticing promise. However, the Church of the Seven Goddesses doesn''t offer immortality. They teach that after death, one resides in the domain of the goddesses, where the wicked are sent to hell, the good to heaven, and then they are reborn to return to the world. S§×arch* The N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. But what if someone says, "I don''t want heaven or hell. I just want to stay here, in this world." That''s what people truly desire, but the Church only talks about something else entirely. So why should anyone believe in the Seven Goddesses? There''s a true god right here, offering exactly what they desire! ''...Wait, what am I even thinking?'' Startled, Edia shook her head. She was confused. The more she listened to Hugot''s ''voice,'' the more she found herself drawn in. "Spread the righteous teachings. This is your sole duty. Do not be bound by the common sense of the mundane world..." Ignoring his voice, Edia forced herself to concentrate. There was nothing else she could do in her current situation but follow along for now. So, she decided to do what she could! ''Observe.'' She was a merchant, and merchants calculate and produce results. She would observe the number of people, assess their power, note the amount of food they consumed... ''Keep observing.'' If she died? Well, that would be the end of it. But if she was lucky enough to escape? ''This is all valuable information! I can sell it for a high price.'' Driven by greed, Edia clung to her principle of keeping her mind sharp. ''Even if the world ends tomorrow, I''ll make today''s profit!'' Her merchant''s desperate resolve clashed with the gloomy voice of the necromancer, echoing in her mind. "Follow, my lambs. For this is the word of truth..." *** After a good night''s rest to recover from the journey, Karnak and his group prepared to set off in the morning. They were about to traverse the great Kalenta Forest, teeming with monsters, and infiltrate the ancient ruins of Maleficus, the necromancers'' base. Thinking they might need an expert, Millia made a suggestion. "How about hiring a treasure hunter, Lord Karnak?" Laven shrugged his shoulders in response. "That''s why I''m here instead of Sir Starr. Before I joined the King''s Order, I worked as an adventurer. I''ve got quite a bit of experience as a treasure hunter too." "...Oh, I thought you were a knight." "Well, with my older brother Emile already serving as the family knight, there wasn''t much point in me becoming one too." Laven chuckled, dismissing the need for formalities. Then he spread a map before the group and began explaining the upcoming journey. "If we follow this route, it should take about four days. Of course, we''ll likely be attacked by quite a few monsters along the way..." He scratched the back of his head with a casual smile. "But what''s there to worry about? We''ve got a 6th-circle mage and two aura users. Haha!" Karnak and Baros both made uncomfortable expressions as they met his gaze, which was filled with admiration. [Well, isn''t this strange, Laven looking at us like that.] [This is really awkward.] [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 144 - 143 Chapter 144: Chapter 143A vast coniferous forest, blanketed in white snow. Six men and women were walking through it. Towering trees stretched endlessly overhead. The gray winter sky peeked through the dense branches now and then. "We''ve been walking for almost half a day..." Karnak clicked his tongue as he walked. "Honestly, the scenery hasn''t changed at all." "There''s a reason they call it the Great Forest," Serati replied nonchalantly, adjusting the backpack slung over her shoulder. ''It''s not heavy, but the sheer size of it makes it rather cumbersome.'' They were on a journey through the Great Kalenta Forest, teeming with monsters. Since there was no lodging to be found, camping was essential, and so were the many supplies they had to carry. Ropes, food, blankets, and various other necessities. The problem was that there was no place to bring horses, so they had to carry everything themselves. Traveling through the forest wasn''t particularly difficult. Most of the branches were well above a horse''s head, so they could move freely. But it was too difficult to keep the horses safe. For the starving monsters, horse meat was a rare delicacy. There was no choice but for the group to carry everything themselves. Even after packing only the essentials, the load was still considerable. Serati glanced longingly at Karnak. [...When are you going to reach the 9th Circle?] Karnak smirked and replied. [Why? You want me to store your backpack in an illusory space?] [But it''ll get tainted with the aura of malice, won''t it?] [You''re the subject of a necromancer. A little malice shouldn''t be a big deal.] [So you''re saying it''s still a problem, just not a big one?] [Well, since you''re still alive, maybe?] Serati''s expression hardened instantly. ["Still"? What do you mean by "still"? Hey, what do you mean by "still"?] [It''s fine. I''m constantly regulating it, so you won''t turn into an undead.] [What if you stop regulating it?] [...] [Why aren''t you answering?] Watching the two, Laficel thought to herself. ''Oh, Unnie and Lord Karnak are having another staring contest!'' The small, ashen-haired girl with a backpack as big as her kept tilting her head curiously. ''Why do they sometimes do that without saying anything? Is this what adults call "locking eyes"?'' Millia noticed and asked suddenly. "Is your load heavy, Laficel?" "I''m fine, Unnie." Judging by her expression, it didn''t seem like an empty response. She really wasn''t struggling. "You''re stronger than you look. I guess that''s why you''re aspiring to be a knight." "Isn''t it heavy for you, Lord Karnak?" Millia chuckled. "We''re not even carrying half as much as you. We have no right to complain." In reality, while everyone else carried large loads, Karnak and Millia only had light backpacks. Unlike warriors, mages and clerics typically carried light loads. It was done to not waste their stamina, so later they won''t be able to claim, "I have plenty of mana and divine power, but I''m too tired to fight!" Overhearing their conversation, Karnak pondered for a moment. ''Now that I think about it, Laficel is carrying that much as well?'' For some reason, it felt a bit odd to let a child carry so much. [Should I offer to carry it to seem more decent?] Serati snickered. [You''re finally developing some awareness?] [Really?] [At least pretend to offer. Just don''t actually take the load.] Baros chimed in. [If Young Master tires out from carrying too much, I''ll be the one who suffers.] In their previous life, Baros had often ended up carrying both his own and Karnak''s load after they escaped on the run. [It''d be easier if the load had legs and walked by itself.] [No one expects anything from mages anyway. Just buy Laficel something tasty later.] Through a covert magic transmission, the three engaged in a trivial conversation. Laficel, observing them, noticed something. ''Ah! Now the three of them are locking eyes!'' She then fell into deep contemplation. ''But can three people lock eyes at once? Is it because they''re adults?'' It was a na?ve thought, something only a child unaware of the true meaning of the expression could think. Meanwhile, Millia was puzzled. ''What''s she thinking to have that kind of expression?'' At the front, Laven continued to guide them. "If we keep heading northeast for a while, we should be good." It was a monotonous, lengthy journey. The forest was mostly flat, but with continuous rises and falls. At every dip, snow piled up, and cold winds blew. On such cold days, even wild animals wouldn''t wander about. But monsters were different. For them, winter was the season to hunt humans. As they walked in silence, Baros suddenly glared into the depths of the forest. "Of course, something was bound to show up." Karnak nodded, not at all surprised. "Naturally, it''s winter." Focusing her senses, Serati asked. "Seven... No, eight of them?" Laficel replied cautiously. "I think there are ten. Two more are a little farther back." "Your senses are sharp, Laficel." "Hehe." Everyone calmly began preparing for battle. Only Laven, bewildered, seemed clueless about what was happening. "Uh? Why? Is something going on?" Watching him, Millia gripped her wand with a serene expression. "Just go with it. These people are always like this." *** "Awooooo!" With a loud howl, giant shadows emerged from various points in the forest. They resembled centaurs at a glance, with wolf bodies and the torsos of werewolves, but they were far more ferocious. Laven gripped his longsword, startled. "Wolfentros!" The pack of Wolfentros charged at Karnak''s group, encircling them. Despite standing over 2 meters tall at the shoulder, they moved as nimbly as real wolves. "Kaaaak!" As one of them lunged at Laven''s head with a spear, he let out a battle cry and swung his sword in return. Clang! Their weapons clashed, deflecting the beast''s attack. But the sheer weight difference was crushing, forcing Laven''s shoulders down with immense pressure. "Ugh!" Groaning, Laven focused even harder. Wolfentros were powerful monsters that could challenge even 3-4 trained knights at once. They were not to be underestimated. "But!" That didn''t mean he should be afraid. Although overshadowed by his older brother''s accomplishments, Laven was still the son of a great knight from a renowned family. "Take this!" The refined swordsmanship he had honed through years of training was unleashed. His sword danced, slicing through the winter wind. "Graaaah!" The sharp blade severed the Wolfentros''s throat, spraying blood everywhere. He had precisely struck a vital point, causing massive bleeding. His swordsmanship was flawless. After taking down one of the beasts, Laven quickly surveyed the scene. ''What about the others?'' Of course, he didn''t think anything would happen to Karnak''s group. They had a high-ranking mage and aura users, after all. But there was a child among them. ''Is Miss Laficel safe?'' He didn''t understand why such a young child had been brought to a battlefield, but as an adult, he couldn''t help but worry. As he searched for Laficel, he suddenly froze in disbelief. "Uh..." The ash-haired girl was standing on top of Wolfentros''s head. Somehow, she had jumped over twice her height, taking control of the air, flipped over, and slashed her sword horizontally! Swoosh! Red blood splattered onto the white snow. As Laficel landed gracefully, another Wolfentros lay behind her, already felled in a similar fashion. Both of them had had their cervical arteries severed¡ªjust like Laven''s kill. ''How can someone that young move like that?'' Noticing Laven''s stunned gaze, Laficel turned her head. "Ah?" She then smiled awkwardly and bowed politely. "Thank you for your teachings." ''...What teachings?'' Before Laven could process what was happening, a red-haired beauty dashed past him. She moved like the wind, flowing between the Wolfentros. Whoosh! With a whistle, a red sword light cut through the air, leaving a trail of brilliance. For a brief moment, it felt like time had stopped, before the massive monsters were split and shattered, blood spraying everywhere. "Graaaah!" Laficel''s swordsmanship, at least, could be followed. But Serati''s was on a whole other level. She simply walked forward. It didn''t even look particularly fast. It seemed leisurely, like she was taking a step at a time. Yet in the blink of an eye, she had closed the distance with the Wolfentros, slipped past them, and occupied their blind spots, lightly scattering her sword light. S~ea??h the n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Each time she did, the Wolfentros''s blood and screams filled the air. "Graaaah!" "Kraaak!" The only way to describe it was "playing with them." It was a display only possible with an overwhelming gap in skill. After dispatching three of the beasts, Serati nodded as if understanding something. "It''s important to occasionally experience overwhelming weaker enemies." Baros replied with a bright smile. "Exactly." His blade, however, remained perfectly clean. Not a single drop of blood had stained it. Naturally so. He hadn''t even unsheathed it. All he did was grab the wolves by their snouts and slam them into the ground as they charged. Simply by slamming them into the ground, the Wolfentros would spew blood from their eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, dying instantly. How or why that happened was beyond comprehension. The entire group of ten Wolfentros that had attacked was wiped out in less than a minute. The combat prowess of Baros, Serati, and Laficel was overwhelming. Even Karnak and Millia didn''t need to step in. "I understand what you meant about them now, Priestess Millia." Laven chuckled in disbelief, a wry smile on his face. "I guess I should just get used to it from now on, haha." Millia, however, wasn''t able to brush it off so easily. She was used to seeing Baros and Serati fight, so their power didn''t surprise her. But seeing Laficel fight like that was a first. ''My goodness, was she always that strong?'' *** At the same time, in a stone chamber deep within the Maleficus Dungeon. "Strauss has made his move." Hugot, the archbishop and head of the Wellard branch of the Dark God''s cult, was respectfully delivering his report. "The visit from the Yustil King''s Order has provided an unexpected opportunity. Sometimes, unforeseen coincidences work to our advantage." A rough voice, like iron scraping, echoed from the pitch-black darkness. "What is the strength of the Yustil King''s Order?" "A high-ranking mage of the 6th Circle, a 2nd-grade inquisitor, two Red Knights, and one squire. If we had encountered them outside, they would have been rather troublesome opponents." Hugot shrugged as if it were amusing. "But here, they won''t pose much of a challenge." A faint shadow began to emerge from the darkness. "It cannot be helped. I am not in a position to leave this place..." A human figure, shrouded in black malevolent energy, hovered over a pale skull. Underneath the tattered robes, cold air seeped out, and a powerful aura of darkness enveloped the surroundings like mist. The Arch Lich¡ªthe most dreadful of undead, having mastered corrupt magic. "Then, let us prepare to greet our guests..." Raising a skeletal hand, the lich gave his orders. "We must not neglect the proper hospitality for such esteemed visitors..." Hugot bowed deeply in respect. "Yes, Lord Demphis." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 145 - 144 Chapter 145: Chapter 144Karnak''s group encountered a huge ogre, standing 3 meters tall, for the second time in the Great Forest. "Roarrr!" A deafening roar reverberated through the air, making the birds flee and the branches tremble. Laven, pale-faced, drew his sword. "Damn it! Why did it have to be a monster like that?" The ogre was wielding a massive wooden club nearly 2 meters long. Even a mere brush from it would surely mean instant death. "Quick, form up!" Sear?h the N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. When facing a giant monster, there is a somewhat standardized formation. The strongest warrior, Baros, takes the front, followed by the second strongest, Serati, in the rear. Laficel and Laven stay on the sides, providing support and protecting Karnak and Millia. In this formation, they face the giant creature with the assistance of the mage and the cleric. This is how they treat a formidable foe like this higher-ranked ogre. However, Karnak''s group was far from conventional. "Oh, I''ll take care of this one," Karnak said, stepping forward alone and raising his magic wand. Instead of forming a formation, the others simply stepped back. "I''ve advanced a level, so it''s time for some practical training." First, he cast a suitable spell to grab the ogre''s attention. "Explosion." The ogre''s head exploded in a burst of flames. Enraged, the huge ogre charged towards Karnak with a thunderous roar. Boom! Boom! Boom! The ground trembled slightly under the ogre''s massive weight as it ran. Karnak chuckled. "Well, that makes things easier." Thanks to the ogre''s stomping, the ground had been shaken, making it easier for Karnak''s magic to take hold. He pointed his wand to the ground and began chanting. "Arise and bind, Earthquake Hand!" Suddenly, mounds of earth shot up from the ground, transforming into dozens of grasping hands. The rocky hands tightly gripped the huge ogre''s legs. "Grr?" The ogre, caught off guard, swung its club furiously at the stone hands. Bam! Bam! Bam! Laven, watching, was amazed. ''Is there such an earth magic spell?'' Karnak''s magic was unique. Normally, Earthquake Hand would summon a single large hand of stone to grab the target. But Karnak''s version was different. He summoned dozens of small hands of stone, intertwining to bind the target. It was something Laven had never seen before. ''No, it seems oddly familiar.'' Somehow, the appearance of the hands reminded him of something unsettlingly familiar. ''Could it be my imagination, or do they resemble the grasping hands that necromancers use?'' Regardless, the spell was certainly effective. The ogre, its legs bound, growled in frustration at Karnak. "Grrr!" Karnak, unbothered, calmly prepared his next powerful spell. "O King of Flame, I summon thee by our contract..." Flames ignited in the air, gradually forming into a humanoid shape. "Descend upon this place by my will!" Whooosh! The flames fully took shape. A giant clad in fire armor, wielding a flaming sword, materialized in the physical world. This was the fire spirit giant, El Ragnatia. ''That''s a 7th-circle spell!'' Laven''s eyes widened in shock. ''He said he was a 6th-circle mage? But at such a young age, he''s already in the 7th circle?'' Even for a prodigy, it was common knowledge that one had to be at least in their 40s to reach the 7th circle. Yet, no matter how he looked at Karnak, he appeared to be in his early 20s. "Well, that hard work paid off," Karnak said, smiling, as he gave the command. "Go, El Ragnatia." The giant of flame charged towards the ogre. Standing over 4 meters tall, the fire giant loomed over the 3-meter-tall huge ogre. Seeing a creature larger than itself for the first time, the ogre screamed and charged in desperation. "Grr, GRAAAHH!" The fire giant, radiating intense heat, swung its flaming sword downward. Boom! As the two giants clashed, waves of intense heat spread in all directions. *** At the heart of the forest, where the huge ogre and the fire giant had collided, the surroundings had turned into a scene of massive destruction. Sunlight poured down onto the ground through the shattered canopy of trees. The trees nearby had been reduced to smoldering stumps, and even the massive ancient trees, which hadn''t seen sunlight in centuries, were split and burning. Laven glanced around at the destruction and clicked his tongue. "The power is overwhelming..." Despite using such a large-scale magic spell, Karnak didn''t seem the least bit tired. He inspected the fallen huge ogre, murmuring casually. "Alright, spirit magic seems pretty useful." Millia, impressed, asked, "When did you reach the 7th circle?" Karnak shrugged. "Not long ago. I''ve only just entered it, so it feels a bit embarrassing to call myself a 7th-circle mage." "Still, 7th-circle is 7th-circle. And on top of that, spirit magic..." Her admiration was justified. Spirit magic was incredibly powerful. Not only was its offensive capability remarkable, but it also required less mental energy, allowing the summoned spirit to act autonomously, making it much more effective than other magic of the same tier if used correctly. However, it was also an extremely difficult magic to use. The difficulty wasn''t just in the complexity of the magic itself. There was no guarantee that the summoned spirit would obey commands! Depending on the mage''s condition that day, the spirit might be tremendously powerful one moment and the next moment, it might send out a tiny flame and disappear. In the worst-case scenario, the spirit wouldn''t even answer the summons. Thus, the effectiveness of spirit magic depended greatly on how well one could maintain a good relationship with the summoned spirits. This ability was called "spirit affinity" in the field of magic. "As expected of Captain Karnak. I''ve heard only upright and pure-hearted people have high spirit affinity." Karnak scratched the back of his head and waved dismissively. "Oh, it''s not that big a deal. It just happened by chance." Laven silently admired him. ''How humble.'' It made sense now. Someone with such a personality would naturally earn the favor of even the most difficult spirits. Meanwhile, Baros and Serati looked at each other with skeptical expressions. [Upright and pure-hearted?] [Young master?] [What did you do?] [Oh, nothing much.] Feeling frustrated that he couldn''t boast in front of Millia, Karnak began bragging through secret telepathy. [I just applied the necromantic technique for controlling wraiths.] First, when summoning a spirit, he poured in twice the usual amount of mana. This greed for power attracted the spirits. However, in this scenario, the spirits would often take the mana and run away. [So I cast a bewitching spell to forcibly control them! Once they''re under the spell, they all behave like wraiths.] [Wait, can you really do that?] [I can. Because I''m me.] Serati, still doubtful, chimed in. [But once you summon a spirit like that, won''t it refuse to answer your summons again?] [That''s why I erased its memory before sending it back.] And so, when he summoned the spirit again, it would behave obediently once more. [Can you really get away with that?] [Like I said, I can. Because I''m me.] Karnak remained smug. Regardless, his spirit magic was undeniably powerful. Laven, watching from the side, felt a pang of inadequacy. ''How can these people be so strong?'' It wasn''t just Karnak. Baros and Serati were also incomprehensibly powerful. He had expected them to be strong, as high-ranking mages and aura users, but their power seemed to defy common sense. ''Especially Sir Baros. He seems stronger than my older brother Emile.'' At 23, Emile Strauss was acknowledged as a genius. Despite his youth, he had already reached the level of a Blue Knight, and in a short duel, he could even rival a Purple Knight. With more experience, it was widely believed that Emile would one day become the Martial King. So why did Baros, still classified as only a Red Knight and seemingly not much older than Emile, seem stronger? Curious, Laven cautiously asked. "If it''s not too rude, may I ask your age?" "Me? I''m 25 this year," Serati answered without much thought. "I think I''m 21 now?" "I''m 22. Yeah, that sounds right." When Karnak and Baros answered, Serati was shocked. "Wait, am I the oldest here?" The youthful "old-timers" nodded their heads. "Yeah, that''s right." "Seems like it." Indeed, despite their wisdom and strength, these people were in their early 20s in terms of physical age. Laven, at 20, and Laficel and Millia were even younger. ''Why do I suddenly feel so wronged?'' [What''s wrong?] Serati glared at Karnak, who seemed puzzled. [I suddenly feel like I''ve aged.] Of course, there was no way a 25-year-old woman would have wrinkles. It was just a figure of speech. But Karnak took it seriously. [Are you worried about skincare? I can regenerate your skin if you''d like?] For a moment, Serati''s eyes gleamed dangerously. [You can regenerate skin?] [If I can regenerate limbs, why not skin? Though, it only works on my subjects.] [Oh my, being one of your subjects doesn''t sound so bad?] [.....Hey, Serati. Your eyes are scaring me.] Seeing her sudden transformation, Karnak shivered slightly. [If I ever fall to the dark side, you''re supposed to stop me. What if you fall first?] [Well, if my skin can go back to looking like I''m in my teens!] As the two of them bantered and stared each other down, Baros chuckled and turned to Laven. "But why are you curious about our ages?" Laven scratched his head awkwardly. "It''s nothing much. It''s just that Sir Baros seems stronger than my older brother Emile..." Of course, he was right. Considering Baros''s experience, defeating someone of Emile''s level wouldn''t be difficult, even if his aura reserves were relatively low. But Laven didn''t know this. Even so, just from watching Baros''s less-than-full-powered combat, he had judged him to be stronger than Emile, a Blue Knight. ''As expected of Sir Laven. His natural instincts are nothing to scoff at.'' *** The group encountered several more monsters along the way. Naturally, they dispatched them without much trouble. Eventually, night fell. Karnak''s party found a relatively safe place to set up camp. As they settled down and ate, Laven quietly approached Laficel and asked, "Excuse me, but what school of swordsmanship is that from?" This was in reference to the battle earlier when they had encountered a group of harpies. There was a specific sword technique that Laficel had used which stuck in Laven''s mind. She had dropped her sword low and performed two consecutive upward strikes. For some reason, it gnawed at him until he could no longer resist asking. "Oh, this?" Laficel demonstrated the move again before answering. "It''s a technique Lord Karnak has been practicing. He calls it ''Overkill.''" Impressed, Laven glanced at Karnak. "He is a mage, but he practices swordsmanship as well?" "Nah, just as a form of exercise..." Indeed, from what Laven could tell, Karnak''s sword skills were quite average. Satisfied, he turned back to Laficel. "May I observe it again?" Laficel thought for a moment. This Laven guy had taught her some sword techniques (or so she believed, though in truth, she had just copied him). She thought it was only fair to reciprocate. "Sure!" Once again, she demonstrated ''Overkill.'' Laven, his eyes sparkling with interest, imitated the technique. His keen eye for detail was remarkable. He nearly replicated it perfectly after just one demonstration. Watching this, Baros muttered in disbelief. [The creator of ''Overkill'' is learning it from someone else. Is this okay?] [Yeah, no kidding.] Karnak, who had been laughing along, suddenly turned serious. [Wait, Laven just learned ''Overkill'' from Laficel, right?] A question arose. [Then who created the sword technique ''Overkill''?] [Well, Sir Laven did, of course.] [But the creator didn''t create it himself. He learned it from someone else. So, doesn''t that mean Laven didn''t actually create it?] [Huh. You''re right.] Furrowing his brow, Karnak began to ponder. [So, what happens now?] The fact that Laven had created ''Overkill'' had seemingly vanished. And yet, the technique still existed. ''Is this a case of something being born out of nothing?'' [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 146 - 145 Chapter 146: Chapter 145The current goal of Karnak''s party is to rescue Edia. However, that is not their official mission. As part of the King''s Order, their formal mission is strictly to "gather comprehensive intelligence on the Wellard branch of the Cult of the Dark God and report it to facilitate its subjugation." The Etrial King''s Order already knew that cultists were hiding somewhere in the Kalenta Great Forest. They frequently appeared in Wellard City, causing all sorts of mischief, so there was no way to be unaware of them. They had also identified that the cult was using an abandoned dungeon somewhere in the forest as their base. The problem was that they didn''t know the exact location of the base or how many cultists were hiding there. That''s why they couldn''t make a move until now, but fortunately, the Etrial King''s Order had received a request for cooperation from the Yustil King''s Order. Thanks to Karnak''s interrogation, they discovered that the Wellard branch was hiding in the old abandoned dungeon, Maleficus. Through adventurers'' guild old records, they also determined which area of the Kalenta Great Forest the dungeon was located in. However, the details of the information were still lacking. The Kalenta Great Forest is a difficult place to navigate, even with a map. Adventurers, notoriously, are not the most diligent when it comes to keeping records. The exact location of the Maleficus Dungeon and the route to reach it had to be confirmed on-site. After infiltrating the dungeon and grasping its layout and the rough strength of the cultists, only then would the Etrial King''s Order launch an official subjugation. Rescuing Edia in the process was just a bonus. Why not have Karnak''s party simply wipe out the cultists in the dungeon? ''After listening, it turns out that''s complicated.'' For various reasons, Karnak''s party was currently roaming suspicious areas of the forest, hunting monsters. No matter where you go, the easiest way to gather information is by contacting the locals. And in the case of the Maleficus Dungeon, the "locals" would be the cultists of the Dark God. So, they were killing any monsters they came across, trying to see if there were any signs of necromancy. Near the dungeon, the monsters would likely be controlled through necromancy, prepared for any external attacks. However, after slaying monsters for over half a day, they still hadn''t encountered any controlled by a necromancer. Serati sighed. [Can''t Lord Karnak just look around like he used to and figure it out?] In the past, when they had gone to subjugate cultists, Karnak had easily found their base. She was asking if he could do that again. [If their base was in the mountains, I could. Evil energy or malevolent aura would rise into the sky.] Karnak shook his head. [But if it''s underground, that''s impossible.] Even if he could see what others couldn''t, something had to exist to be seen. [Nothing rises from the ground, so what can I do?] [I see. I guess we''ll just have to keep wandering around like this.] Finally, after killing several more monsters, they encountered what they were looking for. A group of bipedal hyena-like monsters¡ªGreat Gnolls. The monsters gripped rusty spears and long swords, speaking clumsy Isola. "Humans!" "Intruders!" "Kill!" Karnak smiled brightly. "Oh, rejoice, everyone. We''ve found it." Smiles broke out across the faces of the party. "Finally!" "At least we found it today." "Thank goodness." The cheerful bloodlust filled the forest. A short while later, the sounds of monsters being slaughtered echoed throughout the forest. "Keek!" "Yelp! Yipe, yipe!" *** In a dense forest near the southeastern entrance of Maleficus Dungeon, a young necromancer in his thirties was walking through the underbrush. "Seems like nothing unusual today." His mission, assigned by the Cult of the Dark God, was to guard the southern area of the Wellard branch. Though the public considered cultists and necromancers terrifying, even they had much to fear. Goddess worshippers were terrifying, the King''s Orders were terrifying, and there were plenty of fearsome adventurers and Darkness hunters as well. So he had to stay vigilant and check the state of the monsters he controlled in the forest. ''Huh? Did the Great Gnoll group die?'' He couldn''t immediately conclude that an outside force had invaded. The Kalenta Great Forest was a place where all kinds of monsters fought over territory. The Great Gnolls could have been killed by other monsters. ''I''ll have to check.'' The necromancer turned his steps around. About ten minutes into his journey, he suddenly heard voices behind him. "Found him." "What? He''s wandering outside the dungeon?" "We''ll need to interrogate him again." "Ugh, making us do the same thing twice." The necromancer, startled, spun around. "Wh-who are you?!" But he didn''t get to see his attackers. Before he could, a massive blow struck his face. "What difference would it make if you knew?" Thud! Darkness filled his vision in an instant. Without even a groan, the necromancer collapsed on the spot. As he withdrew his fist, Baros turned to Karnak. "Alright, let''s get the information out of him." As usual, he was about to disappear into the shadows with the necromancer when Millia raised her hand. "I''ll do the interrogation!" "Hm? I can do it." "No, Captain Karnak. I appreciate the offer, but..." She placed her hand on her chest and looked determined. "I am also an Inquisitor by rank. This is my duty." She wasn''t wrong. For Millia to fully pull her weight, she couldn''t avoid tough tasks forever. Having no argument against that, Karnak scratched his head. "Ah, well, go ahead then." Millia immediately bound the necromancer''s limbs tightly. Thinking of Alius''s interrogation, Serati asked, "Do we need to step away?" "No, not really." Alius had avoided the scene to spare Laficel''s sensibilities, but Millia didn''t seem to feel the need for that. Considering the gruesome monsters Laficel had slain so far, it was clear she could handle some brutality. Summoning a gag of light, Millia forced it into the necromancer''s mouth, and he finally regained consciousness. "Mmph! Mmmph!" Millia smiled sweetly down at him. "Don''t worry about the gag. It''ll come off naturally once your soul becomes honest." Her expression, oddly gleaming with anticipation, was unnerving. The others quietly took a step back. ''Whoa, why does she look like that?'' ''I suddenly don''t want to get any closer to her.'' Then, with glowing hands, Millia began to pray. "Lady Latiel, forgive your servant..." Her eyes gleamed even brighter, more beautiful. The party, having taken one step back, now took another. ''M-Millia unnie can make a face like that?'' Her hands, radiant with holy light, wrapped around the necromancer''s head. At that moment, a brutal scream erupted from the gag. "Mmmbbbbbb!" It was only then that Serati understood why Alius had said it wasn''t a sight for children. The necromancer''s eyes bulged. His veins swelled, his skin turned purple, and his body trembled violently like a leaf in the wind. "Mmph! Mmmph!" His face contorted so grotesquely, it looked like a masterpiece representing the very concept of "pain." Serati, Laven, and Laficel all felt a chill run down their spines. About ten minutes later, the necromancer''s struggle ceased, and a limp figure remained. ''Ah, his eyes are dead again...'' Serati clicked her tongue in disbelief. Even after witnessing it, she couldn''t quite understand. ''What on earth happens to make someone''s eyes look like that?'' Turning back, Millia beamed at Karnak. "Interrogation ready, Captain Karnak!" *** The subdued necromancer eagerly answered all questions. According to Millia, he fully cooperated with the interrogation under the blessing of the goddess. He revealed the cultists'' approximate strength, population, landmarks, and more. Most importantly, they discovered a route to infiltrate Maleficus Dungeon. Pointing at a map Laven held, the necromancer spoke in a daze. "There is a secret passage connecting to the outer part of the dungeon here..." Technically, it wasn''t a secret passage but rather a neglected one. After all, the Cult of the Dark God hadn''t built the Maleficus Dungeon. It was an ancient ruin they had simply refurbished for temporary use. There were collapsed corridors and gaps between broken structures throughout the dungeon. If there were gaps large enough for a person or two to crawl through, that was essentially a secret passage. It was a structure full of hidden routes. Having extracted all the necessary information, Karnak looked down at the dazed necromancer. "What should we do with him now?" Baros mumbled awkwardly. "Well, we can''t exactly kill him." It wasn''t that they had suddenly developed respect for the sanctity of life. There was a practical reason. Necromancers could use necromancy to summon the souls of lost comrades. It wasn''t uncommon for information to leak even after death. When it was just Karnak, Baros, and Serati, they could clean up after themselves, but now, it was better to keep him alive to hide their approach. Serati scratched her cheek in hesitation. "Yeah, but we can''t just tie him up and leave him anywhere." If they did that, he''d become food for monsters, and letting him be eaten alive, even as a necromancer, seemed too cruel. Millia smiled brightly. "It''s alright. The Inquisitor''s manual has a procedure for situations like this." The mercy of the Goddess embraces even wicked necromancers! "So here''s how the Goddess Church deals with it." First, they''d dig a hole and bury him deep. They''d insert a straw in his mouth so he could breathe. Then, they''d cast a discreet barrier around the straw to prevent monsters from detecting him. "He''ll be a bit uncomfortable, but he can safely last for about three days." The expressions of the party members turned grim. "...A bit uncomfortable?" "...Three days?" "That sounds like a perfect way to drive someone mad." Still, Millia''s bright smile remained unwavering. "They''re already mad. They betrayed the Goddess and committed forbidden acts. This punishment isn''t even severe." If someone had sinned, how could they expect to live comfortably? This pain would cleanse them of their sins! S§×arch* The N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. That seemed to be her logic. [The Goddess Church has a surprisingly ruthless side.] Karnak smirked at Serati''s comment. [The Church of the Seven Goddesses has always been terrifying. Did you think I avoided them for no reason?] There''s a reason why cults like the Dark God''s can spread. If the Church of the Seven Goddesses were flawless, the Cult of the Dark God wouldn''t have gained such influence. Rolling up her sleeves, Millia enthusiastically shouted, "Now, help me dig!" It took only a few minutes to bury the necromancer alive. The only sign he was still alive was the faint sound of breathing through the straw. Laficel murmured quietly. "If we don''t come back in time, he''ll die here like this, won''t he?" "He''ll cleanse his sins and return to the embrace of the Goddess, so it will be a blessing for him." Millia''s expression was pure and serene, like that of a saintess offering a prayer. Laficel quietly hid behind Serati''s back. "Millia unnie... is scary..." *** The entrance to Maleficus Dungeon was hidden in a crevice between large rocks in the forest. An old metal door lay shrouded in shadow. The small door was just large enough for two people to squeeze through at a time. "Looks like it wasn''t intentionally hidden, but rather blocked by rocks from an earthquake or something." Karnak mumbled as he pulled out his wand. "I''ll break it." Laven stopped him. "I''ll try opening it first." Given how vast the forest and ruins were, it was unlikely their approach would be detected by sound or vibrations. "But it doesn''t hurt to be cautious, right?" He pulled out a specialized lock-picking set for ancient ruins and smiled. "Back in my treasure-hunting days, I was known as Laven the Master of locks." Baros looked at him with a skeptical expression. Laven was certainly skilled, but whether he was top-class was debatable¡ªjust enough to have earned that title, perhaps. ''Why do you even have that nickname!'' However, it seemed the title wasn''t entirely misplaced. After a few minutes of tinkering, the metal door groaned open with a rough noise. Creeeeeak... "Let''s go." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 147 - 145 Chapter 147: Chapter 145Based on the information obtained from the interrogated necromancer, the cult of the Dark God had taken control of the western part of the Maleficus Dungeon, using it as a base. Due to the vastness and the many damaged sections, they couldn''t use the entire area. About 20% of the area served as their residential quarters, while the rest remained inaccessible to humans, overrun by monsters and evil spirits. Edia was said to be imprisoned in the deepest part of this residential area. Officially, the reason was to keep new recruits from wandering around the dangerous dungeon, offering them the safest place. But in reality, it was simply to imprison her to prevent escape. To rescue Edia, there were two options: A direct breakthrough through the residential area, where the cultists would be heavily guarding. Or, a stealthy route, bypassing through the non-residential area, swarming with monsters and evil spirits. At first glance, the latter might seem advantageous, but it''s not necessarily the case. It''s like saying the back of a fortress is lightly guarded because it''s a steep cliff, which makes it vulnerable to attack. But why is the cliff lightly guarded in the first place? Because most who attempt the climb fall to their deaths before reaching the top. Even so, some extraordinary individuals manage to scale such cliffs. Karnak''s party was just that kind. *** In a desolate underground hallway, a group of monsters charged through the darkness. These creatures, a mix of hedgehog and wolf, were known as Sakad Wolves. Like most dungeon monsters, they had claimed a part of the Maleficus Dungeon as their lair. "Grrrraaaa!" Their red eyes gleamed with excitement, clearly agitated. It was understandable¡ªan unknown human had dared to trespass into their territory. Driven by primal instincts, the Sakad Wolves relentlessly searched for the intruder. "Grrrrr..." Their fur shimmered, lighting up the darkness. As creatures of the underground, they had developed bioluminescence. Beyond the glow, a human shadow flickered. Upon spotting their target, the Sakad Wolves charged down the corridor. "Kaaa!" Just as they burst into the stone chamber where the shadow had disappeared... "Grck?" The wolves hesitated, looking around in confusion. The human they were chasing had vanished without a trace. The only thing that echoed through the empty space was a sinister voice. "Well done, luring them here." "Choosing advantageous ground is part of being a Treasure Hunter." A blonde knight, a red-haired beauty, and two young girls appeared one by one. At the rear stood a black-haired mage, who spoke calmly. "I''ve put up a barrier, so relax and slice them, Laficel." "Yes!" Leading the charge, the ash-haired girl and two aura users fell upon the Sakad Wolves. In a flash of blade light, the heads of the three leading monsters flew off simultaneously. "Kaooo!" "Kaaak!" Their aura-infused swords gleamed as the wolves, twice the size of real ones, died easily. Screams filled the air from all directions. But no other monsters were drawn by the noise¡ªKarnak''s soundproof barrier encased the entire chamber. With a swift movement, Laven emerged from the shadows, embedding his sword into a wolf''s forehead. As he finished off another, he calmly spoke. "Be mindful of vibrations in the area. If you break anything recklessly, the walls might carry the tremors." It was practical advice¡ªstrong aura users or mages could collapse buildings if they weren''t careful. Laven continued handling the Sakad Wolves efficiently, slashing, dodging, and moving fluidly through the flow of combat. [Sir Laven is stronger than I expected.] Indeed, he was living up to his Strauss family lineage. Considering he was only 20 years old, his skill was remarkable. [At this rate, he could even stand against Laficel without being overwhelmed...] But Baros stopped mid-sentence. Complimenting him for merely not being overwhelmed felt trivial considering the difference in their ages, physique, and gender. [Feels like I''m watching a fallen idol.] [Not fallen, just not risen yet, in this case.] Karnak chuckled as he continued casting his spells. A blazing fireball burned through the monsters. Boom! Boom! S§×ar?h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The entire Sakad Wolf pack was exterminated in less than three minutes. The chamber was littered with the dismembered and charred remains of the monsters. Laficel, watching the scene, suddenly bit her finger. "Are these... edible?" Serati gasped and asked in disbelief. "Why? Are you hungry?" "No, it just seems like a waste of meat." Baros and Karnak began whispering through telepathy. [Laficel wasn''t always like this, was she?] [Maybe we''ve starved her for too long?] [Seventy years is a long time, indeed.] Meanwhile, Laven had already stepped out of the chamber. "Let''s keep moving." *** When exploring ancient ruins, having a Treasure Hunter is essential. Even finding the correct path is no easy task. In such old places, you never know when or where something might collapse. It''s not uncommon to find a seemingly clear path suddenly blocked. You need a keen eye to assess everything and choose a safe route. It''s not just about strength¡ªexperience in treasure hunting is crucial. Laven was a highly capable Treasure Hunter. He frequently tapped the stone walls and floors, checking for vibrations and comparing the structures to ancient architectural designs to find the safest path. Whenever he spotted traces of monsters, he skillfully avoided encounters as much as possible. "This seems to be the habitat of Darkbles. They aren''t particularly dangerous, but..." There are plenty of tales about arrogant adventurers who, after defeating a few monsters, accidentally knocked over a pillar and got themselves buried alive. "If there''s an option to turn back, it''s best to take it." No matter how strong you are, fighting in a dungeon carries its own risks. They had been progressing for tens of minutes, and yet, no other monsters had appeared. This was a testament to how well Laven had mapped out the route. Karnak, observing his back, muttered absentmindedly. "This is the first time I''ve explored a dungeon like this." Serati looked surprised. "Huh? You''ve never been to a dungeon before?" "Why wouldn''t I have been?" He had, many times. "I just mean it''s my first time with a Treasure Hunter." Karnak smirked and switched to silent telepathy. [I was never an explorer. I was a resident.] In his prime, Karnak didn''t venture into dungeons for treasure or monster hunting. He aimed to become the ruler of the dungeon itself. So his approach had always been different¡ªgradually expanding his territory, like a game of land conquest. This method was entirely different from the treasure hunting Laven was demonstrating now. Karnak mused with a newfound sense of nostalgia. [From taking over others'' homes to sneaking into them... I must be getting soft.] Serati''s expression became peculiar. Treasure hunting wasn''t illegal, and it was a perfectly respectable profession, yet... [What you said isn''t wrong, but the way you said it is... a bit...] Just then, Laven stopped abruptly. He examined the architectural style and the collapsed surroundings before calling for Millia. "This looks like a place where wraiths might appear. Please confirm, Priestess." "Again?" Millia sighed. "How do you always know these things, even better than me, a priestess?" Even Karnak was impressed. ''I don''t know how either. How does he know?'' Laven responded casually. "Well, that''s why I said it''s a good spot for wraiths to appear, not a hidden spot." Laven didn''t possess any special ability to sense hidden wraiths¡ªthat was the realm of priests or necromancers. "It''s the same logic as detecting traps." Most dungeons were ancient constructions from long-gone civilizations. Their structures followed certain cultural patterns, which meant that trap locations and wraith appearances also had commonalities. Over time, such information accumulated into what could statistically be called the "most likely spots for traps and wraiths to appear." "This is precious wisdom passed down among frequent dungeon-treading Treasure Hunters." In a way, it was similar to how a seasoned commander could predict ambush points based on terrain and avoid or prepare accordingly. It''s always possible there wouldn''t be any wraiths, in which case, they''d simply move on without issue. Karnak began gathering his mana. "Millia, get ready." Millia pulled out her wand. "Understood, Captain." Karnak cast a spell on her, and she advanced a bit further. Sure enough, Laven''s prediction was spot on. Translucent, dark wraiths began to appear, seeping out from the walls, floor, and ceiling, emitting eerie moans. Uuuuuu... Uuugh... The wraiths circled around, some even approaching right up to Millia''s face. However, they didn''t attack her. Uuuh? The wraiths glanced around, confused. They had sensed an intruder but couldn''t locate their target. Millia raised her staff high. "Latiel, cleanse the souls of these wretched beings!" A brilliant wave of light swept through the wraiths, erasing them one by one. Screeeech... Though these wraiths were too powerful to be vanquished by a mere purification spell, the surprise attack from an unexpected direction proved too much for them. After wiping them out, Millia sighed in admiration. "Wow, this magic is incredibly convenient. It''s called the Circumventer of Necromancy, right?" *** The Circumventer of Necromancy. Like the Redeemer of Necromancy, it was a specialized spell Karnak had developed exclusively for advanced necromancers. "I got paid handsomely by old man Deltros, so I couldn''t just take the money and run." Unlike the Redeemer of Necromancy, which reuse the necromantic powers, the Circumventer of Necromancy was specifically designed for dealing with evil spirits. Anyone under its effects could completely hide from evil spirits. At first glance, it didn''t seem like an extraordinary spell¡ªthere were similar divine techniques used by priests. However, the actual effect was vastly different. Most deception spells were temporary; they would break if the user exerted too much power or made a significant movement, exposing them to the spirits. But the Circumventer of Necromancy had no such limitations. Once cast, the user could freely wield aura, cast spells, or even use divine spells without the concealment breaking. In simple terms, it allowed someone to be invisible while mercilessly beating down evil spirits! "I''m also working on something called the Mediator of Necromancy, but it''s still incomplete." "What does that do?" Millia asked, intrigued. Karnak smiled. "A spell that fakes necromancy using necromantic materials." It had originally been a lie he told to trick Prince Lloyd. But later, Karnak realized how incredibly useful such a spell would actually be and began developing it in earnest, hoping to profit from it once completed. Laven''s predictions were proving accurate again¡ªjust as he expected, wraiths had appeared exactly where he anticipated. Baros was puzzled. [He''s not just an experienced Treasure Hunter, is he?] Laven''s skills indicated someone with extensive experience. Where could someone like him, trained only in martial arts by the Strauss family, have gained such expertise? [I suppose I could just ask. It''s not like it''s a secret.] "When did you start treasure hunting?" Karnak asked casually. Laven responded nonchalantly. "It''s been about four years, I''d say." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 148 - 147 Chapter 148: Chapter 147When Laven had just turned 16, he was deeply immersed in training at the Strauss family''s main estate alongside his older brother, Emile. Emile often left the main estate to train alone. During one of these times, he accidentally discovered the partially revealed entrance to an ancient ruin deep in the forest. The Strauss ducal family wielded influence not only over their own lands but throughout the entire Delphiad region. Because their domain was so vast, it wasn''t particularly unusual for ancient ruins to be discovered within their territory. Typically, when such discoveries occurred, it was customary to leave the cleanup to the Adventurers'' Guild. However, this particular ruin was alarmingly close to the main estate¡ªless than half a day''s walk away. Because of this proximity, the Duke of Strauss decided to personally handle the potential threat. He summoned renowned treasure hunters and selected knights and soldiers from the family to form an expeditionary team. The ancient ruin they discovered was named the Keliant Dungeon. However, Emile, the one who had discovered it, showed no interest in the dungeon exploration. He was solely focused on the path of the sword. The only thing that bothered him was the fact that the commotion surrounding the dungeon exploration meant he could no longer train in his usual spot in the forest. Laven, on the other hand, occasionally participated in the exploration. At first, it was merely out of curiosity. The dungeon was so close to home that he could visit it for a bit of fun whenever he had the time. As a result, whenever he had some free time from training, he would tag along with the exploration team. Having been trained in swordsmanship since childhood as a member of the Strauss family, Laven''s skills surpassed those of most knights. Despite his young age of 16, he actively participated in battles inside the dungeon. Even the Martial King Gallard left him be. After all, Emile was the heir to the family. As the second son, Laven had a bit more freedom. Of course, if Laven had been merely wandering around aimlessly, he would have been scolded. But participating in dungeon exploration was seen as a form of practical training. During this time, Laven became deeply fascinated with dungeon exploration, especially treasure hunting. The treasure hunters invited by the family weren''t particularly strong. They were weaker than the Strauss family knights and even weaker than Laven himself. In one-on-one combat, Laven was confident that he could defeat them ten times out of ten. Yet, it was always the treasure hunters who ended up saving his life inside the dungeon. For someone like Laven, who had only ever known the strength of the sword, this opened up a new world. Swordsmanship wasn''t everything. Sometimes, wisdom and knowledge could surpass the power of the sword. ¨CIf I learn this, I might even be able to surpass Emile. Laven knew that no matter how much of his life he dedicated to the sword, he would never be able to catch up to Emile. So why not walk a different path, one that belonged to Laven alone? Thus, a year passed. Laven became more and more absorbed in treasure hunting. Finally, when he turned 17, he officially spoke to his father. He wanted to become an adventurer, a treasure hunter. The response from the Martial King Gallard was unexpected. ¨CDo as you please. The Duke of Strauss showed no particular reaction to the fact that his second son wanted to become a wandering adventurer. For Gallard, the entire future of the family revolved around Emile. He had little interest in what his second son did. His only response was, "Just don''t end up becoming a burden to Emile later." Laven wasn''t particularly hurt by his father''s favoritism toward Emile, as he had seen it all his life. He was simply happy to have received permission. For the next two years, he wandered the world as an adventurer. He followed senior treasure hunters and explored dungeons throughout the Seven Kingdoms, gaining experience. During that time, he made quite a name for himself. While he may have been weaker compared to Emile, Laven was far too skilled to be just a regular treasure hunter. Naturally, he became well-known. And so, at the age of 19, the world changed. The Prophecy of Doom concerning the Darkness of Doom was officially announced, and cultists and necromancers began to swarm everywhere. This was no longer a time for leisurely exploring ruins. Laven temporarily halted his treasure hunting activities and began working as a darkness hunter in cooperation with the Church of the Seven Goddesses. "Somehow, I ended up becoming quite famous as a darkness hunter as well. A priest I had a connection with recommended me to the central church, and..." Laven scratched his head sheepishly. "So now, here I am, working for the King''s Order." *** After hearing the story, Baros secretly whispered to Karnak. [As expected, the past has changed.] Originally, even when Emile died, Laven was supposed to remain at the main estate, focused on his training. [There''s been so much change since we regressed through space-time, it''s hardly surprising.] [No, this is something we need to pay attention to.] Karnak''s expression grew serious. [It sounds oddly familiar, doesn''t it?] [Familiar? In what way?] [The fact that a dungeon was discovered when Laven was 16¡ªabout four years ago.] It was around the same time that a copper mine was discovered in the Jestarad territory. [And even the circumstances are similar.] Emile discovered the entrance to the ancient ruin while training in the forest, right? This wasn''t too different from what happened with Karnak''s second brother, Plaid. He, too, had supposedly discovered a large copper vein while training in the mountains near their territory. [Now that I think about it, it''s strange.] [Strange? How so?] [Baros, imagine you were in Plaid''s shoes. Let''s say you were training and accidentally discovered a cave.] Karnak gave a wry smile. [Do you think you''d be able to tell that the cave contained a copper mine?] [Oh, now that you mention it...] No matter how close the Jestarad copper mine was to the surface, recognizing it as a vein based on the exposed parts alone would require a considerable understanding of geology. [Was that man really that knowledgeable?] Karnak scoffed. [The guy could barely read, let alone have such knowledge.] Baros''s expression tightened slightly. [Wait, when was the Keliant Dungeon supposed to be discovered originally? I know it was near the Strauss family''s territory, but...] Most ancient ruins were shrouded in mystery, their locations and origins unclear. They were often hidden in remote areas, and treasure hunters frequently concealed information about them to keep rivals at bay. But the Keliant Dungeon was famous. Mostly because of its location. Appearing right next to the Strauss family estate, a house that rivaled royal families, meant it was bound to be talked about by treasure hunters and gossipers alike. Moreover, Karnak knew the exact timing of the dungeon''s discovery. [It wasn''t supposed to be discovered for another 10 years.] He remembered it clearly for a reason. Not only the Keliant Dungeon but many dungeons across the Seven Kingdoms were supposed to be unearthed 10 years later. It was due to a famine that Karnak himself had caused. Most of the crops people relied on had withered and died. With no way to survive, many peasants left their homes in search of a new way of life. Some even ventured into the deep mountains and treacherous forests, teeming with monsters. The famine Karnak had caused wasn''t the result of a natural disaster. It was a man-made famine, where a disease specifically targeted crops. That meant the fruits of the forests and the animals in the mountains were unaffected. The only reason people hadn''t ventured there before was because the areas were full of monsters. With their farms ruined, many tried their hand at gathering and hunting in these dangerous lands. In doing so, many lost their lives to monsters, but they also uncovered hidden ruins in the process. [The Keliant Dungeon was supposed to be discovered in that way. It wasn''t supposed to be revealed this early.] Serati, who had been listening to the conversation, asked cautiously. [But didn''t you say the copper mine in the Jestarad territory was never discovered in the future? Isn''t that a different situation?] [Well, until now, I thought so too...] Karnak shrugged. [But now that I think about it, I don''t know if the mine was ever developed later.] [How could you not know about a copper mine being discovered in your own territory?] [Because it wasn''t my territory by that time.] A few years later, a copper mine in the Jestarad territory? That was impossible. By that time, the Jestarad family no longer existed. The territory had been taken over by another noble family, who might have developed the mine later on... [Back then, I was already too busy being chased around to care. I had no interest in my homeland, which I''d long since lost any attachment to.] Karnak fell into thought for a moment. One copper mine could be written off as coincidence, but if the same thing happened again, there had to be something more going on. ''Is someone deliberately developing mines and dungeons ahead of time?'' If there was another person who knew the future like Karnak, it was entirely possible. Karnak turned back to Laven and asked, "I have a question." "Yes? What is it?" "In that dungeon, did you find any ancient treasures?" "Yes, we found quite a few. It was an untouched ruin, after all." "And how were the treasures dealt with?" "As usual, they were divided between the treasure hunters and our family. Most were sold to the Tekas Merchant Group, though." "Tekas Merchant Group?" "Yes. They were the ones who introduced us to the treasure hunters." As he answered, Laven tilted his head. It wasn''t particularly strange information, so he wondered why Karnak was so interested. Karnak quickly covered it up. "I was just curious what to do if we found treasures here. Do they sell for a good price?" Laven shook his head. "I wouldn''t expect much. This place is a deserted ruin, after all." The Maleficus Dungeon wasn''t an untouched ruin. It had been explored multiple times before being abandoned and later reclaimed by monsters. "The treasures were probably taken a long time ago." "I see. That''s disappointing." After wrapping up the conversation, Karnak furrowed his brow in thought. [The Tekas Merchant Group again?] When he first regressed, Karnak had thought of them as merely a convenient group that handled tedious matters like mines. But they seemed to be involved in more than he initially realized. [These guys are suspicious.] Serati, with some doubt in her voice, asked, [Could a simple merchant group really pull something on the scale of manipulating the Martial King''s family?] [A scheme like this wouldn''t cause any major issues.] Whatever methods they used, the dungeons and mines were still discovered by the relevant noble families, not the Tekas Merchant Group. S~ea??h the ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The merchants had approached them legally and taken only a reasonable amount of profit. There was no reason to suspect them. [Even we didn''t find anything suspicious about them.] For now, their priority was to rescue Edia. [Let''s deal with saving our merchant first, and then we can investigate them. Since they''re competitors anyway, it won''t hurt to dig up some dirt.] *** Karnak''s party continued deeper into the dungeon. They dealt with monsters and avoided evil spirits as they pressed on. At some point, the environment around them began to change. The frequency of structural damage decreased significantly. The ceilings and walls were in much better condition. After turning down a long corridor, they came upon a relatively large room. Laven peeked inside and whispered, "It''s a residential area." Even without him saying it, everyone could tell it was a residential area. Unlike the places they had passed before, this area had magical lights and torches hanging on the walls. In addition, there were objects present that simply couldn''t exist in a place filled with monsters or evil spirits. There were piles of laundry hanging everywhere. Chapter 149 - 148 Chapter 149: Chapter 148A large cavern, several meters high. Ancient bas-relief murals depicting the culture of an old race were engraved on the stone walls. In the center, a thick pillar rose to support the ceiling. Although much of it had eroded over time, the elegant beauty of the place, weathered by the ages, still remained visible in parts. This grand space, however, was now covered in all kinds of laundry. Serati clicked her tongue as she looked around. "It suddenly feels very... domestic, doesn''t it?" What should have been a majestic ancient ruin had been transformed into something akin to the backyard of a dormitory. Laven let out a bitter smile. "Well, cultists are people too. If their clothes get dirty, they''ve got to wash them." Laficel tilted her head in confusion. "But why would they hang laundry near an uninhabited area?" It was strange that women would come to do laundry in a place so close to areas where monsters could easily appear. Baros shook his head. "It''s the opposite." It was because this was near the uninhabited area that they hung their laundry here. "There''s nothing odd about it. Even in castles, laundry is often hung to dry in the courtyards near the cliffs, isn''t it?" These chores were usually done in more secluded areas. It might look unusual since this was a dungeon, but that''s the only difference. "Now that you mention it, that makes sense." They cautiously walked past the rows of laundry. They had just left the cavern and entered another hallway when Millia suddenly stopped walking. "Did you sense it, Captain?" "Yes, it''s a necromancer." Karnak halted the group as well. "It seems someone is keeping watch nearby." "It doesn''t seem like they''re doing a very good job of it, though." As they got closer, they could finally make out their opponent, and Millia''s odd statement began to make sense. At the end of the corridor, blocked by a large iron door, lay a man in his thirties, dressed in a black robe. He wasn''t just lying there; he had his cloak rolled up under his head like a pillow and was in the middle of a full-on nap, even snoring. "Drrr..." Baros snorted. "Doesn''t seem like he''s planning to keep watch at all, huh?" Still, they couldn''t just ignore him and move on. Laven pointed to four statues of monsters standing on either side of the hallway. "He''s relying on those, it seems." The statues were radiating a strong aura of darkness, so it wasn''t hard to guess what they were. "Gargoyles." Gargoyles usually stayed in their statue form but would awaken at the necromancer''s command to attack intruders. They were made of stone or something equally durable, making them quite a nuisance to deal with. "That''s only if they wake up, though." Karnak grinned as he looked at his companions. "Shall we try a little of the 7th battalion''s fishing trick?" Millia, Baros, and Serati all smiled in return. *** Guarding the laundry station near the outskirts of the residential area was one of the necromancers'' favorite duties. Even though it was near the uninhabited zone, meaning it couldn''t go unguarded, the powerful necromantic barrier ensured that monsters rarely made it into the residential area. As a result, the guards saw this duty more as an afternoon nap opportunity than anything else. Walter, a second-tier dark priest of the Cult of the Dark God''s Wellard branch, was no exception. He was in the middle of a sweet, deep sleep at the end of the corridor. ''Mmph!'' Something suddenly covered his mouth. Startled, Walter opened his eyes. ''What the...?'' It was a glowing gag of some kind. In a panic, he tried to pull it off, bringing his hands to his mouth. Clank! At the same time, chains wound tightly around his neck. His breath caught, and his vision began to blur. "Guhk!" He struggled against the chains as he lay on the floor. He needed to wake the gargoyles and end this mess quickly. But he had no time. The chains around his neck pulled him along! "....Ugh ugh ugh!" He was dragged across the floor, flailing as he went. ''If only I could move my mouth, I could wake the gargoyles!'' No, even if his mouth was bound, he could still activate the power of darkness by focusing his mind! It was too late. By the time Walter''s body was dragged to the opposite end of the corridor, he was already too far from the statues. Even if his mouth was freed now, he couldn''t wake the gargoyles anymore. A man with black hair appeared before his eyes. "Fly fishing success." "Mmmph! Mmmph!" As Walter flailed helplessly on the ground, Millia rolled up her sleeves. "Shall we begin the interrogation?" Serati, looking bewildered, turned toward her. Her cheeks were flushed, as if she was excited. ''Was Miss Millia always like this?'' When she first joined the 7th Battalion, didn''t she shudder at the mere sound of a cultist screaming? Karnak had even relieved her from interrogation duties back then, and she''d been grateful. Millia clasped her hands in prayer. "...O Latiel, grant me the righteous torture." Walter''s face turned pale. It was the scariest thing he''d ever heard. "Mmph! Mmmph!" *** Ten minutes later. Walter had also become one of those "graced by the goddess''s favor" and was fully cooperating with them. Unfortunately, he knew nothing about Edia. Of course, this was expected. She wasn''t exactly a famous figure. But he readily spilled information on who might know. "The believers in the residential area are managed by First-Tier Priest Soress. He should know." Millia scoffed. "We knew, but it still sounds ridiculous every time. Cultists, calling themselves priests..." Walter also revealed the location of Soress'' quarters and detailed the underground structure near it. The interrogation methods of the Goddess Church were always effective. "Well, now that we''ve gotten everything we need from him..." Millia''s eyes sparkled as she pulled out a tube. "Shall we bury him?" Though it was a stone structure and not a forest, there were plenty of broken fragments lying around. They could simply pile up some debris to make a makeshift stone coffin, toss him inside, and seal it up. Walter, unconscious, was buried alive. At first, the others had been hesitant, but now they were burying people with no hesitation whatsoever. Humans truly were creatures of adaptation. Once the cleanup was done, Karnak and the group gathered again. "Now we just need to find this Soress." Considering the size of the residential area, there were likely many other cultists there as well. Taking this into account, Laven spoke up. "Disguising ourselves as cultists and infiltrating seems like the safest bet." The problem was, they needed uniforms to disguise themselves as cultists. "Hmm..." Karnak glanced back at the place where Walter had been buried, looking annoyed. "Should we dig him up, strip his clothes, and bury him again?" Laficel raised her hand hesitantly. "If you need uniforms..." S~ea??h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. She pointed behind her. "There''s a whole bunch right there, isn''t there?" Everyone turned to look over her shoulder. The laundry line was full of cultist uniforms, hanging out to dry. *** The residential area felt less like a village and more like a military barracks. Everyone wore the same uniform¡ªblack robes with skull necklaces¡ªand they went about their duties without much interaction. Amid them, six followers of the Dark God were moving with armfuls of laundry. They were, of course, Karnak and his team in disguise. As they passed by, other cultists on guard would acknowledge them. "Hm? Moving laundry?" "Good work." Even though they were unfamiliar faces, no one paid them much attention. The dungeon was so deep that there wasn''t much fear of outsiders entering. Besides, the population of the Wellard branch had recently surpassed 300. While 300 wasn''t a huge number, it wasn''t so small that everyone would recognize each other by face either. And with the similar outfits, it was hard to tell people apart, especially the women, who wore hoods. The only thing that caught attention occasionally was Serati''s beauty. "Hey, was there always such a pretty woman in the cult?" "Young lady, when did you join our order?" Those men were quietly dragged off to secluded rooms and dealt with. They ended up lying on the ground, breathing through straws. Without any issues, the group passed through the residential area and finally reached Soress'' quarters. It was at the end of a deep corridor in a large cavern. "Is that it?" Laficel frowned as she sensed movement. "Soress isn''t alone." It would be best to subdue them quietly. Laven inspected the door before pulling out his lockpick. "I''ll handle the door." He worked skillfully, and the door opened without a sound. They followed the hallway inside to find a large bedroom. A half-dressed young girl was sitting on the edge of the bed, trembling. "P-please, don''t do this!" "Hehehe, just behave." A middle-aged man with a bulging belly, his shirt half removed, was leering at the girl, pressing her against the bed. "All is the will of Tesranak. Now, come here..." The man was clearly abusing his position to assault a young girl. Anyone with any sense of morality would feel anger at the sight. But there was no anger in the expressions of Karnak''s group as they watched. ''Uh...'' ''Hmm...'' ''What is...?'' Karnak and Baros might have been expected to react this way, but even Serati, Millia, and Laficel showed no signs of anger, only a mix of confusion and disbelief on their faces. ''What the...?'' Soress, the middle-aged man, finally realized that others were present and turned around in shock. "Wh-who are you?" He yelled, quickly hiding the girl behind him. "How dare you enter here without permission?" His face turned red as he shouted, but the group just looked at him with disbelief. "We''ve seen plenty of filthy necromancers, but..." "This is a new low." There was a reason Serati and Laven spoke this way. "That''s a zombie, isn''t it?" Yes. Soress was controlling a zombie girl with necromancy, staging a one-man play all by himself. It was an act of depravity so bizarre that even Karnak and Baros, who had seen and done all kinds of things, were taken aback. "But how is that zombie talking so well?" "Seems like ventriloquism." [T/L: Ventriloquism is an act of stagecraft in which a person speaks in such a way that it looks like their voice is coming from a different location, usually through a puppet known as a "dummy".] In other words, the sweet, pleading voice of the girl had actually come from Soress himself. "...Is it really necessary to go this far?" "Indeed. I didn''t know anyone could be this pitiful and vile." Their eyes, filled with a mix of pity and disdain, focused on Soress. "I-it''s a misunderstanding! This is part of the ritual to rebirth her as a warrior of the cult..." Soress tried to excuse himself, but suddenly his expression changed. As the overseer of the residential area, he knew the faces of most of the cult members. "Wait! You''re not part of our cult, are you?" His face showed relief that those who had witnessed his disgrace were not fellow cultists. Baros stepped forward with a sneer. "Is now really the time to feel relieved?" "Oh, no!" Realizing that they were intruders, Soress quickly tried to summon the zombie to fight back. But it was already too late. "Nowhere to run!" Baros landed a punch deep into Soress'' solar plexus. With just one blow, Soress'' entire body went numb, and his legs gave out beneath him. "Guhh!" As he writhed in pain, Karnak looked down at him with a grimace. People had always talked about "putting yourself in someone else''s shoes," but he had never understood it¡ªuntil now. ''...Was I really that much like this?'' [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 150 - 149 Chapter 150: Chapter 149Indeed, Soress knew about Edia. Contrary to expectations, she had been a key target of the Wellard branch. "From the start, Lady Edia was the real target? Not the Altas merchant group?" "Yes." Karnak and his group had initially believed that this kidnapping was merely a power struggle between merchant groups. They thought Tekas merchant group was using Owent to swallow up a smaller merchant group. But the situation seemed a bit more complicated than that. "The first target was Owent Altas. He was considered to possess exceptional business talent, so there was an order to bring him into the religious order." Frowning, Karnak continued questioning. "Owent is just the head of a small merchant group who started as a peddler. Why did you think of him as such a talented merchant?" "I don''t know. It was just an order from the higher-ups..." Karnak and Barros exchanged glances. [This seems like...] [Something someone who knows the future would do, right?] However, once Owent was brought in, they realized he wasn''t as sharp as they had thought. No matter how leniently they looked at him, he didn''t seem like someone with outstanding business acumen. After investigating further, they discovered that the real operator of the business was his wife, Edia, while Owent was just a figurehead. "So, you decided to kidnap Lady Edia instead?" "Yes." Because of that, she was currently under the direct supervision of Hugot, the highest-ranking member of the Wellard branch. She was constantly made to attend services where they would cast bewitching spells on her, attempting to brainwash her into becoming a follower of the cult. Even when awake, she was always under watch, and at night, she was isolated in a solitary cell to prevent her from escaping. "Being in a solitary cell might actually make it easier to sneak her out." Millia''s eyes gleamed. "Mr. Laven, you mentioned you found a map earlier, right?" While the rest were interrogating Soress, Laven had been busy searching through his room. As the chief administrator of the residential area, there were plenty of documents and ledgers in the room. He had found detailed maps of the Maleficus Dungeon, controlled by the cult, as well as documents about food supplies and other necessities. These alone could give them information about the male-to-female ratio and the number of people there. By reverse-calculating weapon distribution, they could also estimate the total combat power of the cult. Since the group''s original mission was to assess the total strength of the cult, they couldn''t overlook such details. Holding up the map he had found earlier, Laven asked, "Where is Lady Edia located?" "Her location is..." With a vacant expression, Soress answered all their questions without resistance. Once there was nothing left to ask, Millia''s eyes sparkled mischievously. "What should we do with him, Captain Karnak?" She seemed to have developed a habit of burying cult members alive. But since they couldn''t afford to make too much noise by digging through stone floors, her suggestion was dismissed. "Knock him out and stuff him in the closet." After getting rid of Soress, Karnak paused for a moment, deep in thought. Now that they knew Edia''s location, the only thing left was to wait for everyone to fall asleep and rescue her. But where should they hide to avoid being detected by the cultists? Looking around the room, Karnak gave a wry smile. "There''s no place better than here." Soress had sternly warned everyone not to enter his room until the next morning. Why he had done so was understandable, though not pleasant to consider. "As long as we stay here, we won''t get caught¡ªunless someone higher-ranking than Soress shows up." Fortunately, Soress'' room was spacious enough to accommodate the entire group. Everyone found a suitable place to sit and rest. Without much thought, Karnak suggested to Millia and Laficel, "Wouldn''t it be more comfortable for you two to rest on the bed?" Both girls'' faces twisted in disgust. "That bed?" "...Absolutely not." "Oh, right." Nodding in understanding, Karnak was surprised by how easily he had accepted their reaction. [Wait, am I understanding their feelings?] [Me too, young master. Perhaps we''re becoming more human?] Serati gave them a vague smile as he watched the two. Is that really what it means to become human? ''Well, they do say the first step is the hardest.'' *** The day came to an end. Most of the magic lights and torches were extinguished, and a quiet darkness settled over the entire residential area. Edia lay alone in her solitary cell, which was no better than a prison. ''What am I supposed to do now?'' She lay on the shabby bed, staring at the ceiling. She tried her best to keep her mind intact, but it wasn''t easy. The more time passed, the more distracting thoughts crept in. Maybe these people weren''t so bad after all? This was still a place where people lived, wasn''t it? Maybe she could pretend to follow the cult, gain their trust, and escape later? She shook her head fiercely. ''No, I can''t do that.'' Regardless of her true feelings, once she crossed that line, she would be considered part of the cult. She wouldn''t be able to return to her old life. ''I don''t know why I keep having these thoughts.'' Edia forced herself to refocus. ''No, these people can''t be good.'' Otherwise, why would they always have someone watching her during the day and lock her up in this solitary cell at night? There was, of course, an official explanation for it. The person beside her wasn''t a guard. They were a mentor and guide for new cult members. And the solitary cell? It wasn''t confinement¡ªit was a special privilege, giving her a private room. "Ha!" She scoffed. ''If that were the case, why does the door lock from the outside? If it really were a private room, it should be locked from the inside.'' As Edia glared at the door''s lock, something unexpected happened. The lock turned silently. ''Huh?'' It was so quiet that she even doubted whether she had seen it correctly. But that wasn''t the end of it. The door slowly opened. Still, there was no sound. When she had opened it, there had been a creaky metallic noise. A faint but familiar voice broke the silence. "Lady Edia, are you there?" A group entered the room. Seeing the black-haired man at the front, Edia couldn''t believe her eyes. "...Lord Karnak?" It was unmistakable. It was Baron Karnak, the largest investor in the Altas Merchant Group. "How did you...?" "We''ve come to rescue you. Thankfully, you seem to be unharmed." Edia''s body trembled slightly. "Aah..." She was a capable merchant. She knew full well what would happen to the Altas Merchant Group if she were to disappear. Even so, they had come all the way to this distant country to rescue her, trusting solely in her value as a merchant? Had anyone ever recognized her worth this much before? Overwhelmed with emotion, tears began to flow down her cheeks. Laven clicked his tongue. "She must have gone through a lot." The others were sympathetic. How much had she suffered for her to break into tears the moment she saw her rescuers? Except for Karnak. ''Uh oh, she has messed with the bewitching spell.'' Edia had been resisting the cult''s bewitching spells all this time. But the moment her heart softened, the blind loyalty that the Cult of the Dark God had painstakingly built up began to collapse, redirecting itself. ''What should I do about this?'' After a brief moment of contemplation, Karnak made up his mind. ''Let''s just leave it be.'' It wasn''t as if he had anything to lose. ''If she''s going to be loyal to me, that''s not a bad thing, right?'' Keeping an eye on the hallway, Serati said, "Let''s get her out of here." "Wait, just a moment." Stopping them, Karnak pulled out a magic wand. "Just in case, we should check." Edia had been an important target under close supervision. It made sense that the cult would have placed a tracking spell on her. ''If I were in their position, I would have.'' Karnak scanned Edia''s body with the wand, but the results were unexpected. There were no spells or necromantic power placed on her. ''Maybe she wasn''t as important as we thought? Or perhaps they didn''t expect an outsider to infiltrate this far?'' In any case, it was now safe to proceed. ''Come to think of it, do we need to rescue Owent?'' Thinking back, the kinds of people who declared justice usually saved both husband and wife. So just in case, he asked, but Edia''s response was firm. "We don''t need him." "Excuse me?" "That bastard is neither my husband nor anything else to me. Just leave him." Her expression was so fierce that Karnak didn''t ask further. Instead, he turned to Serati. [Is this really what it means to live properly?] [Uh, well, more or less?] It seemed even Laven and Millia were nodding in agreement, as if it was the natural course of things. ''Well, I don''t really get it, but if everyone thinks so...'' Karnak gestured toward the door. "Let''s escape." *** The underground passage was a mix of natural caves and stone walls. Karnak and his group moved through the thick darkness without making a sound. Leading the way, Laven checked their surroundings and gestured. ''This way!'' Up ahead was a lone cultist standing guard. He wasn''t a necromancer, just a common follower. If it were the outer area of the dungeon or the residential area''s perimeter, those with combat abilities would naturally stand guard, but for something like this, they couldn''t spare such people. Karnak cast a spell on him. "Sleep." The sleep spell was simple, merely causing drowsiness for a moment. Even a regular person could resist it with enough focus. But it was strong enough to knock out someone who was already tired. "Yawn..." The cultist, struck by the spell, yawned and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. He likely thought he was just taking a quick nap because of exhaustion. Even with a group of people quietly passing right in front of him. As they safely passed by, Laven whispered, "Having the internal map sure makes things easier." What made it particularly convenient was that the map also showed the guard shifts. Since Soress was in charge of the residential area, he had arranged the guard shifts as well. Thanks to this, they had a clear understanding of where and when the guards would be stationed. "That pervert has been helpful in several ways." Karnak smirked and continued forward. After moving a bit further, they arrived at a large space that was likely an auditorium in ancient times. If they passed through the collapsed gap on the other side, they would reach the non-residential area again. From there, it was just a matter of dealing with a few monsters, like they had on the way in. "Hold on." Laven pressed against the wall and peered into the room. "There''s a gargoyle." Indeed, there were petrified creatures under the power of necromancy scattered around the auditorium. Karnak focused for a moment. ''It''s not a spell that triggers automatically upon movement.'' He had anticipated as much. An automatic-trigger system couldn''t be used in the residential area. It would activate every time a resident passed by. These were statues that would activate when a specific spell sent a signal. ''There''s no need to make unnecessary noise.'' Though it seemed safe to pass through, overconfidence was never a good habit. "I''ll cast a concealment spell, so gather around." After taking precautions, Karnak and his group moved forward. They reached the center of the auditorium when suddenly¡ª "Ah?" A faint light shot up from beneath Edia''s feet. Fwoosh! The light formed a black magic circle, spreading toward the statues on all sides! The statues began to awaken, letting out roars. "Graaaah!" "Kaoo!" "Graaaah!" Baros, startled, turned to Karnak. "What''s going on? Didn''t you check everything?" Karnak was just as shocked. "I did! I swear there was nothing wrong!" S~ea??h the ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 151 - 150 Chapter 151: Chapter 150Dozens of winged monsters flew around inside the hall. The sound of wings flapping echoed loudly from all directions. Flap! Flap! A horde of gargoyles circled the group like a flock of crows that had found a corpse. "Kaaargh!" Laven shouted while glaring at the incoming swarm of gargoyles. "Be careful! Their skin is like stone!" He yelled urgently, though their skin wasn''t literally stone¡ªit was just hardened by a partial petrification, making it tough like rock. If they were truly made of stone, it would be impossible for them to fly, even with wings. But they were indeed that tough. Laficel focused her mind and thrust her sword. "Hah!" Her sharp thrust aimed straight at the chest of an approaching gargoyle. Unfortunately, it wasn''t powerful enough to pierce through the hardened skin. At the moment her sword made contact, she twisted her wrist, altering the trajectory of her thrust. At the same time, she dragged her blade along the monster''s skin, maximizing her energy, and slashed a long cut! "Hah!" The strike cut through like a saw. Even stone-like skin could not withstand it. The gargoyle''s chest split open, and black blood poured out. "Krrk!" Laven''s eyes widened in surprise as he witnessed this. ''Whoa, is that even a real technique?'' In truth, it wasn''t part of any formal swordsmanship; Laficel had simply swung instinctively. It just happened to fit swordsmanship perfectly. Regardless, it was impressive to see such a small, young girl perform such high-level swordsmanship. ''With that technique, we can definitely cut through gargoyles.'' The gargoyle that had been attacking Laven suffered the same fate, its chest split open as it fell. Laven had imitated the sword technique Laficel used after watching her. ''Our family''s swordsmanship relies too much on aura users, so it''s weak in areas like this.'' Serati, watching this, chuckled dryly. He imitated a technique without even knowing how it was done? ''That''s right, he is the future Martial King, after all.'' For a moment, she considered trying it herself. ''Should I give it a shot?'' But then, she recognized her limits. ''There''s no way I could mimic that on the first try.'' It was the kind of skill that would need to be practiced slowly over time. For now, she focused on what she could do. Vwoooom! A red battle aura surrounded her sword. The intense aura granted her body powers beyond human limits. Wrapping her entire body in aura, Serati lightly tapped the ground with her foot. That alone was enough for her to dominate the airspace above the gargoyles. Like a red meteor shower, her aura descended upon the swarm of gargoyles. "Kraaaargh!" "Kaaagh!" "Aaaargh!" With a series of pitiful screams, the surrounding gargoyles were swept away as if caught in a storm. Laven and Laficel looked at Serati in awe. ''Incredible power!'' ''As expected of you, unnie!'' With just one move, she had taken out more enemies than the two of them combined. ''As expected of a genius who awakened her aura at such a young age.'' ''When will I ever become an aura user?'' Both future Martial Kings gazed at her with sparkling eyes full of admiration. Serati, landing lightly, wore a rather dissatisfied expression. ''No, no, you two shouldn''t be looking at me like that....'' The others were also dealing with the gargoyles without much trouble. Each time Baros unleashed his chain sword, the gargoyles fell like sparrows. Those monsters that aimed at the relatively weaker Edia were swiftly intercepted by Millia. "Latiel, please bless your servant!" Under the protection of a divine barrier, Karnak finished his spell. "Fierce Flames!" A chaos flame spell, combining the destructive power of a fireball with the homing ability of fox fire, accurately struck multiple gargoyles. Explosions erupted from all directions. Boom! Boom! Boom boom boom! The number of gargoyles was rapidly decreasing. Though they were quite strong, they weren''t enough to make Karnak''s group fear them. The problem was that they had caused a commotion. "We need to get out of here quickly!" Laven shouted to the group as he cut down the last gargoyle. "If we waste any more time..." Laven''s words trailed off. The sound of wings flapping once again echoed from all directions. Flap, flap, flap. "There''s more of them?" Another fierce battle began. The newly arrived gargoyles weren''t particularly stronger than the previous ones. They could be dealt with quickly. But then, the sound of wings flapping filled the air once more! "There are still more?" As they were halfway through taking down the next wave of gargoyles, something strange happened. The remaining gargoyles suddenly backed off. They folded their wings and spread out, standing guard near the exits like sentries. Baros frowned. "This isn''t good." Serati agreed. "We''re too late." Laficel''s gaze shifted toward the passage on the opposite side of the hall. "They''re coming." Laven, now bewildered, looked around. "Huh? What''s coming now?" Saaaah.... From every passageway, dark energy flowed in like a gathering storm. Figures in black robes began to emerge one by one from the shadows. "Cultists!" They were necromancers of Tesranak. "How dare you tread upon this sacred ground with your filthy feet?" *** Five necromancers had appeared in total, all of them from the elite ranks, granted special powers by the Wellard branch. ''This can''t be....'' Their leader, Hugot, glared at Karnak''s group, disbelief evident on his face. ''How in the world did they manage to sneak in this deep?'' They had known in advance that the group was heading for the Wellard branch. They even had a rough idea of when they would arrive. That''s why they had set up special defenses throughout the dungeon, taking extra precautions. They had been puzzled when the group''s arrival was delayed. But to think they had already made it to the very depths of the dungeon without being detected? ''How did they pull this off?'' It was impossible that they had entered through the non-residential section. Even as a necromancer, Hugot himself couldn''t easily traverse that area. The monsters there were one thing, but the evil spirits that roamed were incredibly powerful. There was no way the dungeon''s evil spirits would have let intruders pass unnoticed. Entering through the residential area was far easier than trying to break through the non-residential section. ''I really don''t understand.'' In any case, the fact that these intruders stood before them was undeniable. Hugot lowered his voice ominously. "You rats, how dare you make it this far...." His voice rumbled slowly through the hall. "But it''s useless. The great Tesranak has been watching over everything, aware of your presence all alo¡ª" "Awareness, my foot." Karnak cut him off. "You just woke up, didn''t you?" Baros chimed in. "You still have eye boogers." "Your hair''s a mess too." "You rushed over here, huh? Why not catch your breath before finishing your little speech?" That''s right. Despite the necromancers'' attempts to appear intimidating, they had actually just woken up and rushed out of bed in a hurry. "Looks like you were having a nice nap when the alarm suddenly went off. You panicked, threw on your robes, and came running." "And right before entering the hall, you probably fixed your clothes, spread out some black smoke, and tried to make a dramatic entrance, huh?" The necromancers were silent. They were eerily spot-on. ''How could they know this?'' ''Were they watching us?'' Of course, they hadn''t been watched. There was no need for that. ''It''s not like it''s our first time dealing with necromancers.'' ''They all do the same thing.'' As Karnak and Baros exchanged taunts, Hugot''s temper flared. "S-Shut up!" If he let them continue, he''d end up getting swept into their pace. He raised his skull wand high and shouted. "Servants of Tesranak, in the name of darkness, capture them all!" The necromancers raised their skull staffs in unison. "Come forth, hounds of darkness...." "Hell, open your mouth and release the void...." A thick aura of malevolence spread out like fog, enveloping Karnak''s group. A vast aura of malice began to cover the entire hall. Laven and Millia trembled. "Gah!" "Such evil energy...!" Hell itself seemed to open before their eyes. High-level specters, the most powerful of wraiths, hovered above, letting out ghostly wails. Aaaaaaaa! The gates of hell opened, and demons with mouths full of flames appeared. "Grrr...." Dark skeleton soldiers, clad in black and reinforced beyond steel by power of darkness, emerged from the necromantic summoning circles. The group was now completely surrounded by monsters. Serati clicked her tongue as she assessed the enemies. "They''re on a completely different level than the gargoyles we just fought." Even the weakest of them, the dark skeleton soldiers, were undead enhanced with power of darkness to be stronger than steel. Even aura couldn''t easily cut through their bones. Each one of them was a formidable monster. Edia, trembling in fear, muttered a prayer. "G-Goddess, please...." And then, a strange sound interrupted her. "...Huh?" Clap, clap, clap. Karnak was applauding. "Impressive. Very impressive necromancy." He kicked at the fallen gargoyle corpses. "These things were just okay, honestly. The trap activation method was decent, but the magic was too simple." His gaze shifted toward the newly summoned monsters. "But you all? Your level is really something. Such a delicate, intricate, and refined necromancy!" He spoke in an exaggerated, theatrical voice. "You didn''t just gain the power of darkness and wield it like a blunt club. This is an art. Truly, you must have worked hard to achieve this." The necromancers'' faces darkened. ''What''s wrong with him?'' When someone on the verge of death starts clapping nonchalantly, it''s a bad omen. It means they''re confident in something. Hugot, drawing more power of darkness, spoke. "...What are you trying to say, heretic?" "Oh, nothing much." Karnak smirked. "Just wanted to say thanks for making your necromancy so complicated." All the while, he had been pretending to compliment them while secretly analyzing the pattern of their necromantic power. As he continued to heap praise on them, he also completed his own spell. Now, the only thing left was to activate it! Raising his wand high, Karnak shouted the activation phrase. "I shall be the one who atones for the sins of darkness, the Redeemer of Necromancy!" An invisible force swept through the hall, washing over the specters, demons, and undead one after another. Chains of light formed around the monsters'' necks. All at once, they turned their heads. Clank! Countless pairs of eyes focused on the necromancers on the other side of the hall. "W-What?!" A horrified Hugot barked out another command. "In the name of darkness, I command you! Obey me!" The other necromancers followed suit. "Attack!" "Kill them!" It was useless. The monsters in the hall stood silently in place. "Well, then...." Sear?h the N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. With a gentle smile, Karnak snapped his fingers. Snap! "Go bite them." The monsters moved at once. Soon, the necromancers'' screams filled the hall. "Aaaaagh!" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 152 - 151 Chapter 152: Chapter 151Edia was no longer trembling. She merely stared blankly at the carnage before her. "Ugh, ugh, aaah!" "Why, why are these creatures...!" "Go away! I said go away!" The summoned wraiths, demons, and skeleton soldiers were attacking the necromancers. Though the necromancers tried to fight back with the power of darkness, it wasn''t enough. One of the necromancers, dying, cried out in despair. "Why, why won''t you listen to me?!" Karnak and his party didn''t even need to join the battle. With just one strike from the Redeemer of Necromancy, the situation was over. Edia scratched her cheek. "Hm, somehow, I feel a little sorry for them?" Millia clicked her tongue. "To think that the captain''s magic was this powerful." She had already heard that Karnak had mastered a new magic spell, one specifically for dealing with large-scale necromancy. After all, he had received a thousand gold coins for it, so it was no surprise the rumor had spread. But she hadn''t expected it to be this devastating. "If I''d known it was going to be like this, we probably didn''t even need to sneak in." She turned to Karnak and asked. "Couldn''t we just wipe this place out on our own?" Karnak shrugged while controlling the Redeemer of Necromancy. "That depends on how you define ''wipe out.''" The skill level of Karnak''s party was already quite high. Plus, Karnak''s methods were a nemesis to necromancers, and they were especially powerful when dealing with large groups of weaker foes. "It''s certainly possible to clear out the cultists in this dungeon. Since it''s an underground structure like an anthill, there''s no risk of being surrounded." Carefully taking them down one by one wouldn''t pose much danger. "But taking out all the cultists here by ourselves? That''s impossible." At first glance, it might sound similar, but it was clearly a different statement. No matter how strong Karnak''s group was, they were only six people. They could kill or capture all who attacked them, but they couldn''t catch the ones who fled. "If we stir things up and let some escape, wouldn''t that just spread the cultists all over the region?" That was why a subjugation force couldn''t consist of just a small elite group; it had to be of a certain scale. "Ah, I see." Millia quickly understood. "We should just rescue Lady Edia and report back." "Thanks to us, the subjugation force that comes after will have an easier time." Meanwhile, the necromancers continued to die steadily. Eventually, all of them were torn apart by the demons, leaving only Hugot. "Huff, huff, argh..." Of course, it didn''t seem like he had much time left, either. "When that guy dies, we should head out too." Karnak pointed casually at Hugot. Suddenly, a pitch-black flash shot from the upper part of the hall. Fwoosh! A ruthless beam of destruction swept through the area around Hugot. With a massive explosion, the undead and demons were wiped out in an instant. Boom! "Huh?!" Laven looked around in shock. "What is this? Who else is here now?" No doubt, he had failed to notice yet another arrival. He glanced sideways at the others. Humans are so petty. Can''t they just share information instead of keeping it to themselves? But this time, it seemed different. "Huh?" "What is that?" Even Karnak and Baros were staring in surprise at where the flash had come from. They, too, hadn''t sensed anyone approaching. A chilling cold began to seep across the floor of the hall. At the same time, a sinister blue light flickered faintly from the darkness at the far end of the corridor. Karnak''s entire party went pale. Even though the figure had not yet revealed itself, its overwhelming presence pressed down on them. It was a far more powerful aura than the necromancers they had just fought. ''This...'' Finally, the figure emerged from the corridor. A skeleton draped in tattered robes and holding a golden wand, its entire body cloaked in a powerful spiritual energy. "Hehehehehe..." A faint laugh echoed through the hall, shaking their minds. Their hearts pounded with inexplicable fear. "Guh!" "Urgh!" Laven, Laficel, and Serati clutched their heads, staggering. Millia hastily cast a holy spell. "Latiel! Please, grant us your light!" The radiance of the goddess who protects the mind enveloped the party. Only then did the overwhelming fear slightly subside. Millia glared at the skeleton and spoke. "Captain, that''s..." Karnak frowned as he stared at the newly appeared skeleton. "...An Arch Lich?" *** The Arch Lich slid across the hall floor and approached Hugot. "My apologies for being late." At the same time, the surrounding undead, who had been attacking him, withdrew. Even though they were under the control of the Redeemer of Necromancy, the Arch Lich''s evil energy had a stronger influence over them. "I hurried as much as I could, but I didn''t expect them to infiltrate this far." Hugot staggered to his feet. "No, no. Thank you for saving me." The Arch Lich turned to look at Karnak''s group and asked. "Is it them?" "Yes, Lord Demphis. It''s those people." The hollow eyes of the skeleton flickered with a blue flame as it glared at the group. Feeling the cold stare from the flames, Laven shivered. "An Arch Lich... isn''t that a creature only found in legends?" Millia, trying to keep her composure, muttered. "Well, it''s not a legend if it''s standing right in front of us." Everyone had looks of shock at the appearance of the legendary and powerful monster, the Arch Lich. Karnak and Baros, however, were surprised for a different reason. [Young master, doesn''t that guy look familiar?] [Didn''t he just call him Demphis?] Serati, puzzled, joined the conversation. [Do you know him?] Baros hesitated for a moment. How should he explain this? [Should I say he was the teacher of the young master?] It sounded ridiculous, but Serati had heard the name countless times before. [You know that Mr. Dallas that the young master always talks about? When he turned him into an Arch Lich and made him the governor of the south, his name was Demphis.] In other words, Demphis was originally one of Karnak''s subordinates. Serati''s eyes sparkled with anticipation. [So, does that mean you can make him obey?] Karnak frowned. [I wish I could, but...] He had been closely observing the Arch Lich since it appeared. If this skeleton was indeed Demphis, the governor of Necropia, there should be the soul brand he had placed on him. [Is the brand you put on him not there?] [I''m not sure. There''s something there, but it''s not my brand.] [Ah, then maybe this is the governor Demphis from this timeline?] Originally, about ten years later, Karnak found the remains of Dallas in the ruins of the Barakant Mountains and turned him into an Arch Lich, naming him Demphis. So, could someone else have revived him earlier in this timeline? [No, that''s not it.] Karnak firmly denied it. [He''s definitely from the future.] [How can you be sure of that?] [Because he''s calling himself Demphis. That''s the name I give him ten years from now.] Even if someone else had resurrected Dallas as an Arch Lich, how would they come up with the same name? In any case, the important issue wasn''t which timeline the Arch Lich was from. Serati asked again. [So, can we beat him or not?] Karnak and Baros were still staring intensely at Demphis with serious expressions. S§×arch* The novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. [That''s the wrong question.] [We should be asking whether we can escape safely.] [...What?] She was taken aback. It wasn''t uncommon for these two to show uncertainty, but never when dealing with undead or necromancers. [In life, Dallas was the court mage of the Yustil kingdom.] Karnak gripped his wand tightly, cold sweat forming on his brow. It wasn''t just because his opponent was an Arch Lich. [...And he was a master of the ninth circle.] *** Undead and monsters, bound by chains of light, stood frozen in the hall. They were still under the control of the Redeemer of Necromancy. Following Karnak''s orders, they should have attacked, but the presence of Arch Lich Demphis was so overwhelming that it caused confusion. Demphis raised his golden wand. "Let''s clear away the unnecessary ones first." From the tip of the wand, a fiery storm erupted. The intense heat began to engulf the entire hall. "Ugh!" "Get over here!" Karnak and Millia quickly cast protective shields. While the party hid within the barriers, the remaining monsters and undead were swept away. Demphis'' magic didn''t stop there. "We should block off the escape routes as well." In the current situation, it was easy enough to kill those who tried to flee by blasting them with magic. But during the chaos of battle, there was always a chance someone might escape. "Death Round Ray." A black current swirled from the tip of the skeleton''s finger. The current soon turned into a dark flash that cut across the entire hall. Explosions followed one after another. Boom, boom, boom, boom! All the corridors in the hall collapsed, blocking the exits. Laven''s face hardened. ''Damn, the escape route...'' Of course, Karnak and his party could use either magic or aura to break through the blocked paths. They had enough destructive power for that. But doing so would leave them vulnerable to Demphis''s attacks. Fighting and then escaping became much harder now. ''So, we have no choice but to face him head-on!'' Karnak raised his wand. "Mass Fireballs!" Over ten fireballs shot through the air towards Demphis. Each one was as large as an adult''s head. Demphis murmured in admiration. "Oh, quite impressive for one so young." He then flicked his skeletal finger. Just like that, the fireballs vanished in midair. The difference in mana was so great that they were dispelled before they could reach him. But Karnak wasn''t fazed. After all, the fireballs were just a distraction. "Now!" Baros and Serati drew their aura-infused swords and lunged simultaneously. The sound of chains echoed through the hall. Clank! Red aura chains flailed wildly in front of the Arch Lich, while Serati quickly moved to his rear. It was a technique where Baros would dazzle the enemy with his flashy swordsmanship, allowing Serati to sneak in for a surprise attack. Her red aura sword struck down on Demphis''s shoulder, creating a thunderous explosion. Boom! With a groan, she was sent flying back. "Ugh!" Even though she had landed a direct hit, her hand had burst open instead. It was the power of the darkness surrounding Demphis''s entire body. ''A Curtain of Darkness!'' Right after, Baros followed up with a series of chain sword attacks. But none of them could damage Demphis. He stood still, enduring the onslaught without moving an inch. The Curtain of Darkness was so powerful that none of the attacks could penetrate it. Realizing the situation, Millia cast another holy spell. "Latiel, send forth your light to burn away the darkness!" The radiant light of the goddess enveloped the Arch Lich. But soon, her face turned pale. "Th-this can''t be..." The darkness was devouring the light. Shadows began to creep over the goddess''s radiance, rapidly weakening its power. Demphis clattered his bony jaw. "Those kids are impressive too. Were there really such strong individuals in this era?" Praising them, he raised his golden wand high, his magic power surging. "Lightning, come to my hand and howl!" Blinding bolts of lightning shot out in all directions. Karnak''s party frantically dodged the attacks, their faces pale. But it wasn''t over yet. "You shall crawl on your belly, and the dust shall be your food." The scattered lightning bolts bounced off the walls and slithered along the floor like serpents, launching a second wave of attacks. Though the power had diminished, the range had expanded, making them nearly impossible to avoid. Baros, Serati, and Laficel managed to dodge, but the slower Karnak, Edia, Millia, and Laven were hit and staggered from the shock. "Ugh!" "Argh!" Seeing this, Hugot shouted in panic. "Be careful! That one must not be harmed!" "I know. I''ve already been taking extra precautions." At Demphis''s response, Baros and Serati unconsciously looked at Karnak. Given the situation, they assumed the target was likely the former Death King. But Karnak knew that wasn''t the case. It wasn''t Edia either. From the power and angle of the lightning bolts, it was clear who Demphis was being cautious about. ''Why are they targeting Laven?'' [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 153 - 152 Chapter 153: Chapter 152With a single lightning strike, Edia was knocked unconscious. Millia hurriedly cast a sacred barrier to protect her. Baros and Serati leaped forward. "Hyah!" "Hah!" Swinging their swords continuously, they aimed for the front and back of the Arch Lich. Demphis still hadn''t moved. He merely raised his pitch-black shield to block their attacks. Boom! With a thunderous sound, the two were pushed back. A mocking laughter seeped through the skeleton''s jaw. "That won''t be enough to pierce my darkness." Taking advantage of the moment, Karnak unleashed his spell. "Crawling flames, Fire Snake!" The fire roared, transforming into three serpents made of flame. The fire snakes slithered across the floor of the hall, closing in on Demphis. Fwoosh! A strange gleam flickered in Arch Lich''s blue eyes. "Well, I suppose this could break through." Then he raised his golden staff. "Capturing storm, Blizzard Claw." A storm of cold wind swept through, forming into the shape of a giant clawed hand. The icy talons tore apart the approaching fire snakes. Boom! Heat and cold mixed, releasing thick clouds of steam. Covering his face, Karnak shuddered. "Tch, I guess magic won''t work against him after all..." Laven and Laficel had been observing the situation closely. Neither dared recklessly charge at the Arch Lich. ''This isn''t a battle I can carelessly get involved in.'' ''But I can at least interfere!'' Laven pulled out a throwing dagger from his coat. He wasn''t a knight but a treasure hunter, and over time, he''d accumulated quite a few such small weapons. Laficel was holding a rope sword, mimicking Baros. Since chains were too heavy, she had opted for a rope instead. Millia cast a holy spell on the two of them. "Let the swords of the heavens be with them!" The daggers imbued with divine power targeted the Arch Lich''s back. Laficel''s rope sword, faintly glowing, sliced through the air. But all of it was blocked by the curtain of darkness. The clash between divine power and necromantic power resulted in a series of explosions. Bang! Boom! Laven and Laficel kept fighting from a distance. They knew better than to engage such a powerful mage directly, knowing full well what kind of fate might await them. Demphis clicked his nonexistent tongue while looking at Laven. "Tch, I can''t go all out on them." He tapped his golden wand on the ground. "Be frozen to your bones. Freezing Ground." Frost spread across the hall''s floor, chilling the air and creeping toward Laven and Laficel. "Huh?" "Ah!" Their legs froze in succession, immobilizing their bodies. At that moment¡ª "The flames of illusion will melt the shackles of the north wind!" Karnak''s spell activated, dispelling the ice. He had anticipated Demphis'' trick and prepared an ice resistance spell in advance. Now freed, Laven and Laficel quickly retreated beyond the Arch Lich''s range. ''It''s as if he knows my magic?'' Demphis, intrigued, continued casting. "Brilliant spears of ice, Frost Spear." The cold that had settled on the ground condensed into a massive spear of ice. Its glittering, jewel-like blade shot toward Karnak. ''Oh no!'' Having just cast an ice resistance spell, he couldn''t immediately invoke another one. There was a slight delay. ''Well, nothing to do but...'' Just as he was about to resort to necromancy, Baros'' battle aura sword shattered the ice spear first. Crash! Baros landed between the shattered pieces of the spear and glanced at Karnak. "Are you alright, young master?" "Thanks to you, yes." Karnak sighed in relief and glared at Demphis. Arch Lich''s intentions were clear based on the spells he had just cast. He intended to freeze Laven and Laficel and then skewer them with the ice spears. He was clearly aiming to kill them. ''Demphis... you bastard...'' Muttering the name he had given him, Karnak was certain of one thing: ''He doesn''t recognize me.'' Nor did Baros, it seemed. But he seemed to have caught on Laven. ''And what about Laficel?'' He briefly considered probing Laficel, but revealing her identity wasn''t particularly appealing either. Millia interrupted Karnak''s thoughts. As Demphis'' magic surged toward Laficel, she cried out. "Be careful, Laficel!" It wasn''t really her fault. In such situations, reactions like this were inevitable. Indeed, Demphis paused for a moment. He then carefully scrutinized the ashen-haired girl. "...Laficel?" Karnak watched his reaction closely. ''Does he recognize her?'' It wasn''t easy to read the expressions of a skeleton face. Even for someone who had lived as a skeleton for decades, seeing one''s own face wasn''t exactly a common occurrence. However, if someone had observed that skeletal face for years, it might be a different story. [What do you think, Baros?] [I think he recognizes her, but he seems unsure if this girl in front of him is really Laficel.] Indeed, Demphis'' attacks on Laficel noticeably softened. Like Laven, he seemed intent on capturing her rather than killing her. ''It''s good that Laficel is relatively safe... but...'' Considering the intention of capturing her alive, it was hard to feel entirely relieved. ''What''s going on with Demphis and Elezar?'' *** Destruction storms raged throughout the massive hall. Boom! Boom! Boom! Despite the chaos, Karnak and his party managed to survive. Demphis, who had been relentlessly casting spells, finally spoke in admiration. "Impressive. If I weren''t here, the Wellard Branch might have been destroyed." Hugot, on the other hand, looked anxious. It wasn''t Demphis he was worried about¡ªit was Karnak and his group. "Isn''t there some way to capture them? They could be excellent offerings..." Just moments ago, merely surviving seemed like a dream. Now, with a bit of safety, greed began to creep in. Demphis shook his head. "They would indeed make excellent offerings... but..." There was a risk of things going awry if he tried to capture them. It was more certain to just take what he needed. The Arch Lich''s gaze shifted to Laven and Laficel. "They are important." Then, he turned to Millia and the unconscious Edia... "That woman is necessary for the church." Finally, his gaze landed on Karnak, Baros, and Serati. "But those three are too strong to be bothered using as offerings." He seemed to care little about Millia, but his intentions for the other three were clear: he planned to kill them outright. Baros subtly sent a message to Karnak. [This definitely seems like the governor Demphis we knew, doesn''t it?] [It does.] Reflecting on it, Demphis had always been that way. Even after becoming an undead lich, retaining only his bones, his personality remained cautious and conservative, with strangely human-like tendencies. ''So it is the Demphis I knew...'' But why did Demphis fail to recognize Karnak? The Arch Lich raised his golden wand and spoke coldly. "You must know when to give up." Light radiated from the tip of his staff. "Blazing light, Arcane Blast." A dazzling beam of light tore through the hall. Boom! Boom! Boom! Caught in the explosion, Karnak and his party were tossed like leaves in the wind. Barely managing to shield themselves with aura and divine defenses, they could feel the grimness of their situation. "Why is an undead lich so powerful with Arcane magic?" Baros grumbled, but Karnak''s expression darkened. ''Just as I thought...'' When an aura user retains their strength upon becoming undead, they become a death knight. When a mage retains their abilities after becoming undead, they become an Arch Lich. But neither death knights nor Arch Liches typically use pure aura or mana. Aura, the essence of life, transforms into dark battle aura, and mana becomes necromantic power. Yet, dark battle aura and necromantic power could still produce the same effects as living swordsmanship or magic. So, even though an Arch Lich could theoretically use all their former magic, they usually avoided Arcane magic. Pure mana-based spells didn''t mesh well with the power of darkness. ''But this time, there was no reduction in its power.'' It was magic. Pure, powerful magic. ''Like other cultists, he''s controlling both the power of darkness and mana.'' This also explained why Karnak hadn''t sensed the trap that had ensnared Edia. No existing necromancy could fool the former Death King, Karnak. At least, that''s what Karnak believed. But what about a spell that could fool Baron Karnak, the 7th Circle mage? There were plenty. Any mage of the 8th Circle or higher could deceive him. And Demphis was a master of the 9th Circle. ''There''s no way I could detect 9th Circle magic in my current state.'' If Karnak had been using necromancy, maybe he could have, but that wasn''t the case now, so the outcome was obvious. ''I guess I need to account for this in the future. Things have changed too much for me to act as I once did.'' In any case, now wasn''t the time to think about the future. The immediate problem was how to deal with the Arch Lich standing in front of him. As Karnak eyed the monstrous being, brimming with necromantic power and mana, he pondered his next move. ''The Redeemer of Necromancy won''t work...'' The Redeemer of Necromancy turned an opponent''s necromancy against them. But Demphis wasn''t using necromancy. His existence itself was due to necromancy, but he fought entirely with magic. S§×arch* The N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The only use of necromantic power was in his defense through the curtain of darkness, which was no different than a human moving their limbs. It was too simple to be exploited by necromancy. ''Attacking with chaos magic doesn''t seem like a winning strategy either...'' The difference in strength between Karnak, who had just reached the 7th Circle, and Demphis, a 9th Circle master, was glaringly obvious. ''Should I just use necromancy?'' This would reveal his identity to Laven, Laficel, and Millia, but that wasn''t a big issue. ''I could just erase their memories afterward...'' But even that didn''t sit well with him. For Karnak to properly wield necromancy, he needed adequate preparation. He had spent a long time trying to live like a normal person, and as a result, his necromantic power wasn''t as readily available. ''Looks like I''m paying for trying to live a good life now!'' He had no choice. He''d have to temporarily abandon his good deeds and act like he did in the old days. "Laven! Laficel!" Karnak turned and shouted. "Run!" The two looked back at him. "What?" "But how can we leave you behind...?" "And where are we supposed to run to...?" "That bastard doesn''t intend to kill you! So don''t worry, just turn your backs and go!" Karnak quickly added. "And make us an escape route while you''re at it! Let''s see how he reacts!" Finally, they seemed to understand. After all, Laven and Laficel were of little use in the current battle. But as bait, they were invaluable. Though the reasons were unclear, they had already noticed Demphis'' reluctance to kill them. "Alright!" Laven and Laficel dashed toward the collapsed passageway of the hall. Watching them go, Demphis let out a laugh. "Hah?" It was a strategy that seemed reasonable and logical, but it also felt strangely cheap. ''Why does their behavior feel so familiar?'' [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 154 - 153 Chapter 154: Chapter 153Laven and Laficel headed towards the pile of rubble. It was one of the many hallways in the auditorium that Demphis had crushed. They turned their backs without hesitation and began to clear the stones. "One, two, three¡ªheave!" Karnak, Baros, and Serati moved in the opposite direction. On the other side of the auditorium, they glared at Demphis, drawing their swords infused with battle aura and preparing their magic. Their stances clearly indicated their intent: attack the moment he turned his back. "Ah, these fools... what is this..." With a perplexed look, Hugot glanced around nervously. No matter which side he focused on, it was a situation where his concentration would inevitably be broken. Demphis raised his skeletal finger. "What pathetic little tricks you''re trying." Thinking that such tactics would work against an Arch Lich was a grave mistake. Did they think he was alone? Too bad for them, summoning a powerful servant isn''t a difficult task, whether you''re a mage or a necromancer. "Why don''t I just summon my servants as well?" Woooong! The mana vibrated, and a red magic circle began to form beneath Demphis'' feet. At this sight, Karnak inwardly rejoiced. ''Good!'' If Demphis summoned undead or demons from hell, Karnak could immediately unleash the Redeemer of Necromancy. Even if he summoned golems or spirits, magic infiltration would be possible. The worst-case scenario was if Demphis used powerful magic to incapacitate Laven''s group all at once... ''As expected, this guy''s overly cautious, huh?'' He wasn''t using any destructive magic, likely out of fear that he might cause some serious injury. This was a plan Karnak could only attempt because he knew Demphis'' personality. sea??h th§× N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. ''Just finish the summoning. Then immediately...'' And then it happened. Demphis twirled his bony finger. "There''s no need to summon something new. I''ve already got one." The magic circle flared with light and began to swirl around Hugot, who was nearby. "Lord Demphis?" Hugot, shocked, struggled in vain. The light had already begun to seep into his entire body. His limbs stretched, horns and tentacles sprouted from his body, and his size more than doubled as his human form gradually vanished. Karnak''s face hardened. "...What?" If things continued like this, there would be no opening for him to exploit! Baros, with a reluctant expression, said. [Now that I think about it, didn''t Governor Demphis used to imitate the young master''s behavior?] Exactly. Except for Baros, Karnak treated all his subordinates as disposable. And Demphis was one of Karnak''s most loyal followers. ''Ugh, I figured out his personality but didn''t catch on to his character.'' Like master, like servant. Both were fundamentally underhanded. "I''ll return you to normal after the battle, so don''t worry too much." Demphis casually pointed at Laven and Laficel. "Capture them." The monstrous Hugot roared, shaking the entire auditorium. "Graaaah!" *** A 2.5-meter-tall monster charged through the auditorium. Karnak''s group frantically tried to block its path, but it was no use. "Where do you think you''re going?!" Demphis intervened, firing off lightning magic spells. With explosions all around them, they had no choice but to fall back. Serati gritted his teeth. "Damn it!" In the brief moment of distraction, Hugot''s tentacles, which had grown from his back, lashed out like whips. Sssshhh! The tentacles shattered Millia''s divine shield, wrapping tightly around her arms and legs. "Ugh!" However, Laven and Laficel were different. They skillfully maneuvered through the sound of tearing air. Even though their movements were slower than the tentacles, they preemptively anticipated Hugot''s attacks and dodged them. ''How do they know in advance?'' Hugot was stunned, while Demphis remained unimpressed. "Of course, they should at least be capable of that." As Laven and Laficel leaped through the air, an invisible pressure suddenly pressed down on their shoulders. It was the gravity spell Demphis had cast, Maximum Gravity. "Ugh!" "Argh!" Crushed by the invisible force, both of them froze in place. Hugot''s tentacles immediately wrapped tightly around their limbs as well. "Sir Laven!" "Laficel!" Baros and Serati dashed along the perimeter of the auditorium. However, Demphis'' magic was far too impregnable. "Not a chance." He pointed his golden wand at their backs and began chanting. "The howl of the mountain wolf echoes across the sky, Wild Thunder." A web of erratic lightning surged in all directions. Barely dodging the attack, Serati sent a message to Karnak. [What do we do now, Lord Karnak?] The situation had turned into a mess. At this rate, they had only handed over hostages for no reason. But even Karnak didn''t have any good ideas. [First, let''s focus on getting through this immediate crisis!] Baros'' chain sword whirled, and Serati''s red aura filled the room as they fiercely continued to battle. Despite their efforts, the tide of the battle wasn''t turning in their favor. "Now that there''s nothing else to worry about..." Demphis leisurely launched spell after spell, pushing them further into a corner. "I''ll take my time reaping your lives." His mana reserves were overwhelming, making it impossible to even think of a counterattack. Simply surviving was the best they could manage. Sweat trickled down Karnak''s forehead. ''This is bad...'' The only reason they had lasted this long was, ironically, because of Demphis¡ªor rather, because Dallas was truly Karnak''s magic teacher. The foundation for his Chaos Magic had come from Dallas'' magic. In the first place, Chaos Magic wasn''t designed for power; it was for living a quiet, unnoticed life. But the three Archmages had highly unique magic. The more distinctive the magic, the harder it was to modify, and if used incorrectly, its true origin could be easily discovered. On the other hand, Dallas'' magic was universal and relatively unknown. It was easy to manipulate, and no one could recognize it. That''s why Karnak had used it, never expecting it would turn out to be a blessing in disguise. But they couldn''t last much longer like this. They were out of bait, the hostages had been taken, and the enemy had no qualms about killing them. One miscalculation had put them in a highly unfavorable position. ''What do I do? How do I get out of this?'' Karnak''s expression grew increasingly stiff. *** Watching Karnak continuously block his attacks, Demphis felt puzzled. ''Why does that guy seem to know my magic so well?'' He still hadn''t realized that Chaos Magic originated from him. Karnak had altered it so much that it wasn''t recognizable. But that didn''t matter much. In the end, the strong always have more options than the weak. ''Even if he knows, I just have to change my approach so he can''t stop me.'' Countless brilliant lights began to appear around Demphis. The magic lights swirled around the Arch Lich, tearing through the air with a deafening roar. Then, all at once, they shot out in all directions. "Archon Beat Area." A barrage of light bullets flew through the air. The attack was too wide to dodge or deflect. To avoid the onslaught, Baros and Serati dove in opposite directions. "Hup!" "Tah!" Baros went left, and Serati went right. Both flew toward each other, landing at the same spot simultaneously. Unfortunately, Karnak happened to be standing right there. Baros'' face froze. "Oops!" Demphis had cleverly herded the three of them together. ''We need to spread out...!'' But it was too late. Arch Lich''s ultimate spell had already been cast through his golden wand. "Disappear, you troublesome humans." A vast wave of darkness surged from the tip of the staff, rushing toward them like a tidal wave. "Ultimate Dark." The darkness obliterated everything it touched. It was a simple, wide-ranging, extremely inefficient, and mana-draining spell. But for that reason, it was also unavoidable and impossible to block. "Ughhhh!" Facing imminent death, Baros thrust his sword forward with all his might. "Ughhhh!" At the same time, he focused his energy, refining his aura. The concentrated aura shifted into a sharp flow, glowing brilliantly in a vivid blue light. It was the Stage of Skill Over Strength, the mark of the Blue Knight. The blue sword light cut through the darkness, flowing in all directions. The merciless force of destruction surged through the auditorium, shattering walls, ceiling, and floor alike. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Even Demphis muttered in surprise. "How can a mere Blue knight block this magic?" But that was all. He could delay the attack briefly, but there was no way to fully block it. All he could do was buy a few more seconds. ''I know, I know it, damn it!'' Nevertheless, Baros poured every ounce of strength into enduring the attack. At least they wouldn''t die right this instant. And after that... ''That man, who''s so desperate not to die, will figure something out!'' Indeed, Karnak didn''t betray Baros'' expectations. As he gazed into the darkness engulfing him, an idea flashed through his mind. ''That''s it?'' He recognized the pattern. He had studied every detail of this particular spell. As expected of the Death King, Karnak had scrutinized every death- and darkness-related spell when creating his Chaos Magic. ''If it''s this...!'' Karnak immediately drew on his Chaos Power, casting a counter-spell. "I summon forth a darkness more profound! Phantom of Darkness!" A denser shadow enveloped the previous darkness, and a storm of pitch-black power swept through the entire auditorium. The deafening roar echoed like it would tear the very air apart. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! The darkness receded. A cold wind blew through the wrecked auditorium. The monstrous Hugot stood dumbfounded. "...Huh?" Karnak, Baros, and Serati were nowhere to be seen. ''Did they leave no trace, not even a body?'' That seemed unlikely. No matter how thoroughly someone is obliterated, it''s rare for nothing to remain. At least some traces of blood or a scrap of flesh should have been left behind. As expected, Demphis muttered indifferently. "They escaped. I don''t know where they went." Hugot looked at him in disbelief. "They fooled Lord Demphis?" This was an Arch Lich, a 9th-circle master, and one of the most powerful undead. How could he have lost track of them? "How could that be possible?" "I don''t know. Apparently, it was possible for them." Surprisingly, Demphis didn''t seem too bothered by it. "Anyway, the objective has been achieved." Demphis turned his gaze toward Laven, who was hanging from Hugot''s tentacles. "Move the sacrifices." Hugot hesitated, glancing at Demphis. "Before that, could you turn me back to normal...?" "Oh, right." Demphis casually waved his golden wand. First, he cast Paralyze on Laven, Laficel, and Millia, immobilizing them. He then tossed them beside the unconscious Edia and restored Hugot to his human form. "Phew..." Only after returning to his human shape did Hugot breathe a sigh of relief. "We should set up maximum defenses using the priests." ".....Set up defenses?" "Yes. Won''t the ones who escaped try to return and rescue their comrades?" "Hm, you have a point. Yes, you''re right." Hugot felt a bit confused. He had simply made an obvious suggestion, but Demphis'' response was strangely measured. But Demphis didn''t bother explaining. Instead, he issued a command, sliding a skeletal finger into his robe. "Reinforce the defenses and prepare the altar." He retrieved something from subspace. "When all preparations are complete..." It was a pitch-black cube with strange markings swirling on its surface. "...we will commence the Descent Ritual." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 155 - 154 Chapter 155: Chapter 154Hugot was moving swiftly. The altar had already been set up in the central chapel. However, to adjust it for the descent ritual, a considerable number of necromancers were needed. Because of the attack from Karnak''s group, many of his subordinates had been lost. Now, apart from Hugot, only four dark priests remained in the Wellard branch. "We''re short on manpower." So, he resurrected the dead necromancers as undead. When necromancy is involved, the death of comrades doesn''t necessarily mean a loss of power. "When Lord Tesranak descends, he will grant you new life. Until then, serve the cult faithfully!" S§×arch* The ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "...Yes." "...Understood." Even the subordinates, revived as ghouls and elder ghouls with their intelligence intact, were deployed to prepare for the descent ritual. In total, eight necromancers orchestrated the vast mana of darkness, spreading a barrier around the entire altar for the ritual. Watching this, Hugot sighed with relief. "At least things are progressing according to plan." Laven Strauss from the Strauss family would be used as the sacrificial offering for the descent ritual. This plan had been prepared for over half a year, ever since Demphis descended from the main temple. It was fortunate that Laven was the target, not the eldest, Emile. If it had been Emile, the heir to the Martial King, no ordinary force could dare to even touch him. On the other hand, Laven was not an aura user, just a knight. Though his skills were quite exceptional, they weren''t beyond Hugot''s ability to subdue. However, the situation was far from ideal. Laven happened to be a member of the King''s Order of the Etrial Kingdom. That meant he was part of a specialized organization that dealt with cults like the cult of the Dark God. Moreover, members of the King''s Order rarely acted alone. Waiting for a time when he wasn''t on a King''s Order mission was even more problematic. After all, he was part of the Strauss family. It was easier to deal with him when he was with the King''s Order. They had been watching for an opportunity for a while. And just when the Wellard branch''s location was exposed, and they were being hunted by the Etrial Kingdom, the situation got worse. At first, it was merely annoying, as Hugot thought, "Ah, what a headache. This is frustrating." Then, they received information that Starr was chosen to cooperate with the Yustil King''s Order. Starr was from the same battalion as Laven and also a fellow treasure hunter who had joined the King''s Order. In other words, if something happened to Starr, Laven Strauss would naturally have to step in! From there, the plan progressed smoothly. An unfortunate accident befell Starr, Laven Strauss cooperated with the Yustil Kingdom''s King''s Order, and naturally, he ended up at the Wellard branch. What they hadn''t anticipated was that the Yustil Kingdom forces would be far stronger than expected. "If Lord Demphis hadn''t arrived in time, things would have gone terribly wrong." Muttering to himself, Hugot looked inside the prison. He saw the unconscious bodies of Laven, Laficel, Millia, and Edia, who had been put into a coma caused by magic. Hugot clicked his tongue as he looked at Edia. "I guess I''ll have to start over from the beginning, ugh." The bewitching spell he had cast on her had completely gone off track. At this rate, Edia would end up pledging her loyalty to someone other than the cult¡ªa third party, most likely someone from the Yustil Kingdom''s King''s Order. Well, in this case, it wasn''t a huge problem. Once the object of her loyalty disappeared, casting the bewitching spell again would be easier. And without a doubt, they would come to rescue these prisoners. "If they show up again..." Thinking of the particularly annoying black-haired young man, Hugot ground his teeth. "I''ll offer them all as sacrifices and convert them into my power!" *** Outside the collapsed chamber of Maleficus Dungeon, three people were crouched amidst the ruins of sand and columns. Karnak, Baros, and Serati had barely escaped from Demphis'' final attack. "Hoo, we survived because it was Demphis." Looking at his cracked wand, Karnak clicked his tongue. He was truly lucky. It was a spell from the Dallas family that he had extensively studied. That''s why, in that brief moment, he had been able to reverse the formula and deflect the power. "If it had been pure destructive magic like fire or lightning, we''d all be dead spirits by now." Serati shuddered. "Yeah, we all almost died." Baros shook his head. "No, we wouldn''t have been finished." "Huh? Didn''t we almost die?" "Yes, we almost died." "You said we would have become dead spirits..." "And we almost became dead spirits, too." There was a significant difference in how they interpreted the terms. For a true necromancer, ''death'' and ''becoming a spirit'' are different forms of existence, not the end. Karnak rested his chin on his hand and mumbled. "If I hadn''t blocked it, our bodies would have been completely destroyed." After becoming undead spirits, specifically, undead specters, they would have drifted through the dungeon''s malevolent energy, accumulating power. They would have gathered corpses from the surrounding monsters and assembled undead bodies, inhabiting them. "Of course, if that had happened, our lives as humans would have been over, so yeah, it would''ve been a big problem." Rubbing his limbs, Karnak let out a deep sigh of relief. "Really, we were incredibly lucky." The thought of losing the precious body he had just obtained made his legs tremble. "But we''ve lost our other companions, haven''t we?" Baros mentioned Laven, Laficel, and the others. "How are we going to rescue them?" They hadn''t been taken to be killed, so they were safe for now. But they couldn''t be left like that. Karnak scratched his cheek awkwardly. "At the moment, I don''t have any particular ideas..." Serati''s expression hardened. "Didn''t I say before? To save our companions, we may have to resort to some bad deeds." Of course, she had never phrased it that way. But these guys had interpreted it that way, so it was easier to explain it in terms they''d understand. "Isn''t it time for you to return to being a necromancer?" Of course, that would mean revealing Karnak''s true identity to Laven, Laficel, and Millia. "Still, if we just erase a little of their memories, we might be able to manage..." Karnak and Baros looked at Serati in amazement. "Serati, did you really just say that?" "Yeah, that''s usually something I''d say." "Well, what else can we do? We have to save Laficel, don''t we?" Serati''s irritated reply made Karnak chuckle. "Yeah, there shouldn''t be any problems with Laven, Millia, or Edia. We can probably erase about an hour of their memories without any side effects." But he wasn''t sure if the same would work for Laficel. "Her mental state is so delicate that it''s risky to tamper with her mind..." In any case, it was a problem to worry about after rescuing them. The real issue at hand wasn''t that. "I said earlier that I don''t have any ideas, right?" Karnak spoke in a serious tone, still resting his chin on his hand. "I said that based on the assumption that I would use necromancy." *** Back when Karnak faced Bishop Shutraff in Trist City, he had immediately acted as a necromancer. Even when he had no answer as a mage, he had absolute confidence in his ability to overwhelm his opponent as a necromancer. But now... "Even if I use necromancy, I still don''t have a way to defeat Demphis." An Arch Lich is a monster capable of destroying an entire city on its own. Add to that mastery of the ninth circle of magic, and they become a one-man army. "No matter how I calculate it, we''ll lose if we fight him now." "So, what are you suggesting? Should we just abandon them and run?" Serati''s question was meant as sarcasm, but Karnak nodded seriously. "That''s what I would have done in the past." He really would have. He never threw himself into a disadvantageous situation. It''s not that he hadn''t fought against overwhelming odds¡ªhe had the whole continent as his enemy once¡ªbut he never took on a fight he could escape from. Hostages? Companions? Subordinates? He abandoned them without hesitation. No, he didn''t even think of it as abandonment. The moment the situation turned against him, he considered it a loss of power. Baros muttered with a serious expression. "Indeed, we''ve never risked our lives to save anyone." Serati frowned. "But haven''t we risked our lives to save each other?" Of course, they had. Even Karnak saved those who were truly important to him. The only difference was that there was only ever one person inside that circle. The same was true for Baros. "So that''s what it amounts to, huh?" Suddenly, Karnak''s expression turned chilling. "If it had been you, Serati, I would have thought about it. You''re close enough to be inside that circle now." But in the end, he would have given up. Against an opponent like that, with odds like these, even Serati would have been considered "a lost asset." And the others? Laven? Millia? Edia? They were just people he knew, humans he was slightly closer to than others. They weren''t worth risking the precious human body. "As for Laficel, yeah, I admit she''s on my mind." She was, like Serati, someone close to being inside Karnak''s circle. He was concerned but not certain. To be honest, if this were the old Karnak, he wouldn''t even be thinking about this dilemma. He would have already abandoned them and been focused solely on how to escape safely. "But that would just be living the way I used to." His real worry wasn''t about his companions'' safety. "Am I supposed to stop living the way I used to, even at the cost of my life?" Serati answered firmly. "Yes." Her response was so obvious and certain that Karnak was caught off guard. "Wait, are you saying it''s natural for me to risk my life?" "Of course." "Why?" "Because the life you fought so hard to protect, even turning back time for, wouldn''t be worth much otherwise, right?" Karnak was momentarily speechless. Serati continued in a calm voice as he remained silent. "Not everyone lives taking such risks. In fact, most people abandon their comrades when their own lives are at stake." But even those people are more human than Karnak. Why is that? "I don''t think you''d feel guilty about abandoning them, Lord Karnak." "Yeah, probably not." She was practically insulting him to his face, but he didn''t react. Watching him, Serati showed a bitter expression. "I didn''t understand before. I used to think, ''Isn''t this just how life is sometimes?''" But now, she could say with certainty. Because she had seen Karnak. She knew what happened when someone stopped living like a human. "You always say something, don''t you?" Whenever he was tempted to overindulge in food or drink, Karnak reminded himself. It always starts small, but by the time you realize it, your body''s already ruined. "Well, that doesn''t just apply to the body." This time, let it go and do better next time? Can he really do that? After over a hundred years of not being able to live that way? "The moment you abandon them..." In a subdued voice, Serati spoke clearly. "You''ll be abandoning your soul, too." A long silence followed. Serati waited quietly without saying another word. After a long time, a wry smile appeared on Karnak''s lips. "Damn it, looks like I''ve got to save them." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 156 - 155 Chapter 156: Chapter 155The underground chapel of the Dark God''s cult, where Mass was regularly held. Hugot and the eight necromancers were channeling the mana of darkness into the bloody magic circle drawn around the pentagonal stone altar located in the center. Watching them, Demphis calmly reviewed his plan. ''At this rate, the altar should be completed by tomorrow.'' He shifted his gaze to the small stone chamber behind the chapel. Currently, Laven and the other captured hostages were all imprisoned there, being used as a makeshift prison. There was a reason he had gathered them in the underground chapel despite having other prison options. ''Honestly, they weren''t easy to deal with.'' If it weren''t for Demphis, there was no force at the Wellard Branch capable of handling Karnak''s group. That was why Demphis was personally guarding the hostages. He was sitting arrogantly on the central throne of the chapel, overseeing both the altar and the makeshift prison. In truth, being an Arch Lich, his legs wouldn''t ache just from standing, but sitting made him look less trivial. After all, as the leader, sitting in a high place and looking down arrogantly is what makes the subordinates shrink back and do their job properly. So, while he was directly guarding the chapel, he had also stationed skilled cultists in martial arts at various points along the hallways. With this level of preparation, they would be able to detect any attack immediately. And yet, Demphis wasn''t entirely satisfied. This formation assumed Karnak''s group was hiding in the non-residential areas. If they were hiding in the residential areas, an immediate attack on the chapel couldn''t be ruled out. ''Of course, there''s no evidence of that yet, but you never know when they''ll sneak in, so I can''t let my guard down.'' Therefore, he regularly and thoroughly patrolled the entire residential area. Regardless of rank, he checked every individual''s private quarters to prepare for any eventualities. ''With this level of preparation, there''s nothing they can do.'' Just as he habitually reassured himself by being fully prepared, Demphis suddenly tilted his head in confusion. No matter how much he prepared, every time he thought of that black-haired young man, he had an unshakable certainty that said, ''He''s coming to rescue his comrades? No way. The sun would rather rise in the west.'' ''I really don''t know. Why do I feel this way about someone I don''t even know?'' *** Karnak was deep in thought. "What should I do...?" Even though he had made up his mind to rescue his comrades, it wasn''t as simple as immediately taking action. The goal was to ''rescue,'' not charge in recklessly and ''die together.'' The problem was that if he faced Demphis now, his chances of winning were zero. "Yeah, there''s no way to win, but..." After a long period of deliberation, a plan finally came to him. "...It might be possible to get the others out." He considered Demphis''s perspective. What would be the easiest scenario for him? Obviously, it would be best if Karnak''s group couldn''t do anything and the ritual was completed smoothly. After that, Demphis could handle any remaining matters at his leisure. "I have no idea what ritual they''re preparing, though." Karnak''s ability to detect evil energy was remarkably formidable. Even from this distant non-residential area, by focusing his mind, he could sense the flow of darkness to some extent. Thanks to that, he had already grasped the general situation. "Looks like they''re setting up an altar in the chapel? Not sure what it''s for, though." Baros asked curiously. "You don''t know either, young master? Even though it''s necromancy?" "Those guys always use necromancy in such weird ways." Like the other followers of the Dark God they had encountered, Demphis was also using some bizarre ritual that mixed mana with necromantic power. So, while Karnak knew they were up to something, he had no idea what it was. "Ugh, using such heretical methods for necromancy." For Karnak, who prided himself on being a true necromancer, it was an utterly displeasing sight. Serati, overhearing, had mixed feelings. ''If a necromancer uses heretical methods, is that good or bad?'' Baros shrugged his shoulders. "It''s probably no big deal. After all, necromancers performing rituals with an altar is pretty typical." "Well, I doubt it''s some common ritual to summon a demon or anything like that..." Still, Baros wasn''t entirely wrong. The exact nature of the ritual wasn''t what mattered at the moment. What was important was preventing it from being completed. "Judging by the flow of energy, I''d say the ritual will be complete in about a day." "We''ve got plenty of time, then?" "Yeah. At least we should be able to prevent it from being completed before we can intervene." That didn''t mean Karnak''s group could win by launching a surprise attack before the ritual. In that case, Demphis would just kill them all and calmly continue the ritual afterward. So, the best timing was this: "We''ll interrupt them in the middle of the ritual." Baros and Serati nodded. It wasn''t a particularly surprising suggestion, and they had both anticipated it to some extent. "The key is timing the interruption perfectly. Based on my experience, I have a good idea of when we should strike." Serati suddenly asked. "Based on experience? Have you interrupted a ritual like this before?" "No." A bitter smile appeared on Karnak''s face. "There was a time when we were interrupted. While we were setting up the altar and offering sacrifices." *** During his time as the Death King, Karnak had offered countless sacrifices to draw power from the depths of hell. And each time, numerous heroes of humanity had tried to stop him. Most of the time, he completed the rituals without issue. Karnak''s dominion was powerful, and humanity''s desperate efforts were trivial at best. But there had been a few cases that posed a significant threat. "Even during a ritual, not every phase is equally dangerous." In the early stages, when the necromantic power is focused on enveloping the entire altar, outside interference isn''t much of a problem. "You can just pause the ritual for a moment, deal with the interruption, and then continue." In the later stages of the ritual, you could simply summon your minions to hold off the intruders while you hurriedly finished the ritual. "If you just endure for a bit, the ritual will be completed, so it''s not a big deal." The truly worst time for an interruption is in the middle of the ritual, right after the power transitions from the necromancer to the altar. "At that moment, the necromancer''s power is completely tied to the altar." Of course, that doesn''t mean the necromancer is defenseless. They could simply abandon the ritual. "But you''d have to forfeit all the power and resources invested in preparing the altar, the sacrifices, and the ritual." It would mean giving up everything you had worked for. "There''s a tricky window where greed gets in the way." At that moment, there''s still too much time left to just continue the ritual, but giving up means losing everything you''ve worked for. Karnak once hesitated at that exact moment and suffered for it. "They rushed in right when the ritual reached its climax. And then I have to reverse the flow of darkness and use it to protect myself." Serati raised an eyebrow. "They put you in that situation?" S§×arch* The N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Yeah. All the necromantic power invested in the ritual was turned into a giant wall surrounding me that would deflect all attacks." "...That sounds like a good thing, doesn''t it?" "Not in that situation." Once that spell is triggered, all the necromantic power used in the ritual forms a powerful barrier that protects the necromancer. "The problem is, the necromancer can''t break through that barrier themselves." In other words, the wall of power you created becomes your prison. To escape, the necromancer has to manually dismantle each layer of their own power. "We can''t use this spell to defeat Demphis. It would practically make him invincible for a while." But Demphis was already a monster beyond their ability to handle, so temporarily trapping him would be enough to rescue Laven, Laficel, and the others. Baros nodded. "Oh, I remember now. That was the magic Elezar used, right?" Serati looked at Karnak. "Elezar? The Archmage Elezar?" "Yeah. I was kidnapping her talented students to sacrifice them." "Ah, I see..." That magic wasn''t particularly difficult, but it required perfect precision in predicting the flow of necromantic power. Only someone like Elezar, who was hailed as an Archmage, could pull it off. No one else could. "But now, with my current self, I think I can manage it." Karnak''s magic wouldn''t compare to Elezar''s, but his necromancy was more than enough to gauge the flow. "Of course, since mana is mixed with necromantic power in this case, I can''t guarantee success, but it''s still our best bet." "I understand." Serati nodded and asked, "So, what happened back then?" Suddenly, Karnak looked away, trying to avoid the question. "Well, uh... you see..." "Lord Karnak?" Baros answered for him. "That was the day Elezar became one of the young master''s subjects." "...Are you sure this method is really that useful?" Karnak frowned. "That''s why I wanted to just run away in the first place!" The method sounded impressive when explained, but in reality, theory and practice didn''t always align. Honestly, the old Karnak would never have taken such a reckless gamble. "But, like you said, Serati, I can''t live the way I used to." *** Exactly five minutes after deciding he couldn''t live the way he used to: "Come, lost souls..." Karnak was back to his old ways. "Submit to my hand and obey my command..." With vast darkness cloaking his entire body, he reached out into the air. A vile energy poured from him in all directions. Even Baros, who had served Karnak for a long time, felt uneasy in the presence of this overwhelming aura. "Wow, being in a living body makes it way more disturbing." On the other hand, Serati felt nothing. That only made it more unnerving. "Are you sure I should keep living as your subject like this?" Around Karnak, the wraiths began to gather. They wailed, groaning as they wept, slowly flowing into his grasp. And then, they screamed in agony. Their faces twisted in despair and suffering. "Aaaaah!" "Uuuaagh!" "Gyaaah!" It was the kind of scene you''d expect from a textbook depiction of sinners being dragged to hell, like those taught in the Church of the Seven Goddesses. Serati sighed inwardly. Since this was all to save his comrades by gathering power, there was nothing she could say. Yet, she still found herself wanting to say something. "What? What? You said it''s okay to live like I used to in moments like this, right?" "No, no, keep up the good work..." "Right? I''m doing well, aren''t I?" A moment later, Karnak lowered his arms. "Alright, I''ve stored up enough necromantic power for now..." With his full dominion, he issued the command. "Go, wraiths of darkness. Ride the flow of death and carry out my will." Dozens, then hundreds of wraiths let out eerie sounds and began to surge toward the depths of the dungeon. [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 157 - 156 Chapter 157: Chapter 156The crumbling hallway in the southwest residential area. Four burly men were guarding the passage that connected to the non-residential area. They were specially selected followers from the Wellard branch, skilled in martial arts. Of course, no matter how skilled they were, it would be impossible for ordinary people to stop Karnak and his group. Hugot wasn''t counting on them as a formidable defense force. That''s why he increased the guard formations from teams of two to teams of four and had everyone wear bone-made whistles around their necks. The intent was for at least one of them to survive and blow the whistle to alert of any intruders, should they encounter any. From the start, there was no expectation that they could actually stand against the enemy. The mission was almost like a suicide squad, but surprisingly, their vigilance was strict. This was because they had fanatical faith in Tesranak. Even if they were killed in battle, they believed they would be resurrected by the Dark God. So, as the four guards gripped their spears and longswords, watching the dark hallway, it happened. Woo...ooo... Suddenly, an eerie sound echoed, and a cold chill began to spread. At the same time, the torches flickered and started to go out one by one. "Huh?" "What''s...this?" The guards looked at each other in confusion. While this would be a spine-chilling, eerie phenomenon in the outside world, it felt different in these parts. "Is it a wraith?" "Why would a wraith be here?" For these cultists, the existence of wraiths was no different from tigers or wolves lurking in the mountains. They were just neighbors from the next village over. They were something to fear, but not an unknown terror. They were merely puzzled as to why wraiths were showing up when no intruders could be seen. The youngest of the guards made a guess. "Could it be that the intruders are controlling the wraiths?" And he was immediately scolded. "How could that be? That''s only possible through necromancy." "The intruders are from the Yustil Kingdom''s King''s Order. How could they control wraiths?" The senior, a middle-aged man, reminded his companions. "Still, we can''t be too sure. Stay vigilant." Nodding in agreement, the guards hung the Dark God''s insignia from their weapons. If this were a non-residential area, just one of those wraiths could kill them all in seconds. But in the residential area, things were different. The powerful necromantic barrier of the cult was spread here, preventing even strong wraiths from exerting their full power. Even regular cultists could handle them. Woo...ooo... With the faint sound of wailing, the chill intensified. At last, faint shapes appeared in the distance, beyond the darkness. The forms were of soldiers, pitifully killed, with spears and arrows stuck in their bodies. The senior guard raised his spear and shouted. "They''re coming!" His shout was only half correct. The wraiths started to charge down the corridor but suddenly stopped. About ten meters away, the wraiths and the guards stood facing each other. Woo...ooo... The youngest guard quietly asked. "What are they doing?" That was when it happened. The wraiths suddenly turned their backs. Then, they disappeared back into the darkness. The guards stared in bewilderment. "...What the hell was that?" *** A corpse bat flew quickly toward the skull throne in the chapel. Then, it fell to the floor with a thud. "Two wraiths have appeared in zone 3-3." A human voice emerged from the bat that had fallen beneath the throne. It was long-distance communication through necromancy. "Wraiths?" Demphis tilted his head in confusion upon hearing the report. "And the intruders?" "They were not seen. Only the wraiths appeared. It''s possible that the intruders are controlling them..." This made even less sense to Demphis. He had predicted various means the fleeing King''s Order of Yustil might use. But none of those predictions included this scenario. "Could the King''s Order be using necromancy? That''s not possible." Nevertheless, since wraiths had appeared, he needed to assess the situation. "Were the wraiths dealt with?" "No." "What do you mean, ''no''?" "They disappeared on their own." "...What?" The situation grew stranger. The wraiths had simply appeared and disappeared without doing anything. It was almost like they had wandered out for a stroll from the non-residential area. Of course, that couldn''t be the case. "This is really odd." The strangeness didn''t stop there. More corpse bats flew in with reports. "Wraiths have appeared again." "And they disappeared again." It was always the same. There was no combat. Wraiths kept appearing in various passages of the residential area, loitering for a bit, then vanishing. After pondering for a moment, Demphis smiled. "It''s a diversion." Of course, since he was a skeleton, he couldn''t actually smile, but it was a feeling like he had. Demphis sent out more corpse bats and gave instructions. "Even if the wraiths retreat, don''t chase them. Stay in your positions." If the enemy truly intended to lure the guards away, they would show some response. Perhaps by launching a light attack, trying to draw the guards out. "What''s happening?" Several reports came in. "They attacked lightly...but then disappeared again." Demphis was now certain of his theory. "Just as I thought." He had a rough idea of the enemy''s plan. Whether it was necromancy, magic, or holy arts, there was always a common point in large-scale rituals. They were most vulnerable when attacked during the ritual. The enemy was surely aiming for that timing. ''They wouldn''t come out for a head-on fight when they have no chance of winning.'' Since he had figured out their intentions, countering them was simple. He sent out corpse bats to the patrols. "Thoroughly search every space in the residential area. Don''t miss even the smallest crack that a mouse could slip through." To launch an ambush during the ritual, one requirement must be met. They had to hide near the altar and wait for the right moment. ''If they can''t even get close, we won''t have to worry about being attacked during the ritual.'' Now that the solution was in place, only one question remained. The current situation made it seem as if the fleeing King''s Order was controlling the wraiths. But necromancy was clearly involved. ''How could a mage control wraiths? Did some new magic arise for this?'' The world had already changed a lot. Just because he didn''t know about such magic didn''t mean it didn''t exist. The blue flames in the empty eye sockets of the Arch Lich flickered. "Karnak, was it?" *** In the darkness of the non-residential area of Maleficus Dungeon. Karnak, who had been sitting with his eyes closed, quietly muttered. "Good. Now I know exactly where and how they''ve set up their defenses." Wraiths can pass through walls. That means they can move freely, unaffected by the terrain. By using this well, it''s easy to scout the enemy''s geography and troop deployment. Of course, it wasn''t an easy task. Controlling such a large number of wraiths and using distant-view spells to grasp the layout required incredibly delicate necromantic skill. But for the former Death King, it wasn''t too difficult. "Well, what do I have left besides my senses? I''ve lost all my powers." Serati was puzzled. sea??h th§× N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "If you had this method, why did we sneak in and steal a map?" "Because this is the way I used to live." Karnak looked at her as if she had said something absurd. "Or are you suggesting I should have used necromancy from the start?" "O-of course not. It just felt so natural that I forgot for a moment." Karnak continued manipulating the wraiths for a while longer. Then, suddenly, he clicked his tongue. "I thought of using this as a diversion, but it won''t work." No matter how much pressure he applied with the wraiths, the guards wouldn''t leave their positions. Because of that, he couldn''t figure out what was going on inside the chapel where the altar was set up. "I''ll have to figure this out another way." Karnak stood up and gestured. "I''ve found a weak spot in their defenses, so let''s sneak in." Serati was confused. "Already? But the ritual still has a long time to go, doesn''t it?" The cultists were thoroughly searching every corner near the chapel in preparation for any emergency. There was no place left to hide. "I thought we were going to wait here until right before the ritual started." Karnak waved it off as if it were nothing. "It''s fine. Don''t worry about it." *** Most of Hugot''s necromancers from the Wellard branch were focused on the altar ritual in the chapel. The ritual was so complex that they were short on manpower and had to reanimate the dead to participate in the ceremony. However, there were still two necromancers guarding the residential area instead of the chapel. They were Walter and Soress. Both had been buried alive during Karnak and his group''s infiltration. They had been discovered later during a search of the residential area. There was a reason Hugot hadn''t been focused on finding them from the start. ¡ªI can''t believe it. You two survived? Inquisitors of the Seven Goddesses'' Church didn''t kill necromancers recklessly. More often than not, the dead were far more troublesome. That said, they didn''t let them live freely either. Leaving them intact often led to betrayal. So, instead of killing them, they would cut off their limbs and tongues, rendering them combat-ineffective. ¡ªYou''re very lucky. It seems the inquisitor of the King''s Order has a kind heart. For that reason, Walter, who had been found late, was assigned to patrol duty, and Soress was in charge of overseeing the residential area as usual. It was during the second search of the area under Demphis''s additional orders that Walter and a patrol of cultists stood in front of a stone chamber¡ªSoress'' personal quarters. After locating Soress at the door, they relayed Demphis''s instructions. "He said to make sure to thoroughly investigate every corner." "Of course. That''s what we''ll do." Soress nodded and gestured to his room. "I''ve already checked this room myself, so you may move on." "What? But he said we need to cross-check everything..." One of the patrol members gave him a suspicious look. Could it be that he was being coerced into hiding something in his room? At that moment, Walter cleared his throat awkwardly. "Ahem!" Realization dawned on the patrolman. That''s right. Soress thought he had hidden it well, but in such a closed, small community, there were no real secrets. ''Ah, this is one of those rooms.'' ''Right, understood.'' They exchanged knowing glances and moved on. "Let''s check elsewhere." "Yes, Lord Walter." It was a place so obvious that there was no point in searching it. It was also a place no one really wanted to approach. As they left, one patrolman muttered under his breath. "Ugh, that perverted bastard..." As soon as Walter''s group disappeared, Soress'' eyes went blank, and three people emerged from the room. Karnak, Barros, and Serati. "I''ll say it again..." Karnak smiled warmly, exuding a sense of trust. "Where else would you find a better hiding place than this?" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 158 - 157 Chapter 158: Chapter 157The pentagonal stone altar located at the center of the underground chapel emitted a red glow, illuminating the darkness. Hugot and the eight necromancers were fully engrossed in their continued preparations for the ritual. They constantly infused necromantic power into the mysterious symbols inscribed at the altar''s edges. Demphis watched the scene from his seat on the skull throne. ''Everything''s going smoothly.'' Everything was progressing as planned. The escaped King''s Order of Yustil had shown no further signs of movement. The wraiths that had occasionally appeared had vanished again. ''Did they give up after realizing their final move wouldn''t work?'' There was no guarantee that the King''s Order, renowned though they were, would always act out of noble conviction and camaraderie. Judging from the situation, it was logical to assume they had given up. Especially since his subconscious strongly supported this conclusion. ''No way that guy is someone who would look out for his comrades. No doubt about it.'' Letting go of any concerns about the King''s Order, Demphis focused solely on the descent ritual. It was truly an immense and complicated ritual that even an Arch Lich like him could not afford to take lightly. At that moment, a middle-aged necromancer entered the chapel. "What is it, Soress?" "I''ve come to give a status report." The report was nothing unusual. He just elaborated on the fact that nothing had happened. The only thing different from his usual demeanor was that, even during the report, Soress kept glancing at the altar in the center of the chapel. More precisely, he was watching Hugot and the eight necromancers, who were sweating profusely. It wasn''t particularly awkward behavior. His superiors had been struggling with that task for hours, while Soress himself had been spared from the hard labor thanks to the intrusion of the enemies. All he had to do was handle some light tasks. Now that the ritual had already begun, it wasn''t possible to swap out any of the necromancers. It was only natural that he felt a bit self-conscious. Suppressing an amused smile, Demphis waved his hand dismissively. "Well done. Keep maintaining the perimeter." "Yes, Lord Demphis." *** After delivering the report, Soress returned to his chamber. Deep inside his stone room, into what he called his ''private space,'' Soress'' eyes suddenly lost all light. Karnak muttered, looking at the middle-aged man with blank, unfocused eyes. "Let''s see how things are going." When Karnak placed his fingers on Soress'' forehead, a vision of light appeared in the air. It was the scene Soress had observed earlier in the underground chapel. The shape of the altar, the red markings etched all over the stone chamber, the sight of Hugot, the eight necromancers, and even the Arch Lich¡ªall were clearly displayed in the image. Seeing Demphis casually interacting with Soress, Baros breathed a sigh of relief. "Seems like he hasn''t noticed anything." "Indeed. I was a bit nervous." Karnak''s mind control technique was so incredibly refined that most necromancers couldn''t detect it. However, since his necromantic power wasn''t what it used to be, a truly powerful necromancer might still be able to sense traces of his influence. Yet, even Demphis appeared to have noticed nothing amiss. Serati, surprised, remarked. "Isn''t an Arch Lich supposed to be one of the strongest undead?" Karnak shook his head. "Being a powerful undead doesn''t necessarily make you a powerful necromancer." A lich, after all, is born when a dying mage extends their life in order to continue their magic pursuits. While the necromantic spells binding their bodies are powerful, their methods are more akin to dark magic. "Though, to be fair, Demphis has let his guard down quite a bit." Karnak continued, amused. "For such a cautious fellow, it''s surprising he''s so careless this time. Maybe he''s not the Demphis I once knew?" Regardless, they had gathered all the necessary information. The route to the underground chapel, the defenses at the altar, the positions of the hostages, and even Demphis'' condition were all now clear. "Time to make the next move." Karnak raised his right hand but then hesitated momentarily, turning to Serati. "Just to double-check..." "Yes?" "It''s fine if I revert to my old ways for a bit, just to save our comrades, right?" Serati didn''t answer immediately. She had learned from experience not to answer such questions lightly. "...May I first ask what exactly you''re planning?" "I''m going to use more necromancy." "Uh? Well... that shouldn''t be a problem..." Though puzzled, she nodded. S§×ar?h the Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. ''He''s been using necromancy all along, so why ask now?'' Karnak, relieved, raised his right hand higher. "Good." And without warning, he swung a blade of darkness across Soress'' neck. Splat! More than half of Soress'' neck was severed, sending a fountain of blood spraying out. The cut was so deep that his head hung back, nearly severed. Serati screamed in shock. "What are you doing?!" "Hmm? I told you, didn''t I?" Karnak replied calmly, without the slightest change in expression. "I''m going to use more necromancy." "But did you have to kill him out of nowhere?" "Well, if he were still alive, he wouldn''t be very useful. I had to kill him so I could make him useful with necromancy." Soress'' corpse slumped to the floor like a felled log. Thud! A pool of blood began to spread across the floor. "Why? What''s wrong? Didn''t you say it was okay for me to act like before?" "Uh... well, yes, but..." "Anyway, this guy would''ve been executed if captured by the King''s Order, right?" "That''s true, but..." Someone like Soress would definitely face the death penalty. Being part of a heretical cult was already a grave crime, and on top of that, he was a necromancer. He was doomed either way. "If it''s a life doomed to end, isn''t it better to use it to save others and atone for his sins?" Serati sighed inwardly at Karnak''s shameless attitude. ''This guy has no concept of paying for his own sins, does he?'' Still, she didn''t press the issue further. After all, Soress was indeed guilty, and arguing about it wouldn''t bring the dead back to life, right? Then, an ironic smile crept across Serati''s face. ''Well, maybe he can come back to life?'' Indeed, Soress'' body began to twitch again. The blood pooling on the floor slowly dried, turning a dark red. Red mist drifted toward the severed neck and was absorbed. The neck reattached itself, and the corpse stood up once more. "Urrrgh..." "Good. He''s turned into a decent-quality undead." Karnak, satisfied with his work, gave his orders. "Prepare yourselves. It''s time to begin." While Karnak couldn''t detect everything with precision, he could roughly sense the flow of energy in the space around him. The surge of necromantic power in the underground chapel was nearing its peak. "If we move now, we''ll arrive at the right moment." *** Dark energy swirled throughout the chapel. The dark symbols on the pentagonal altar also emitted a soft, blood-red light. The Arch Lich, who had been seated on the throne, stood up. "At last, it is complete." With an ominous voice, he commanded. "Children of Tesranak, prepare the vessels." Four necromancers moved toward the chamber where the hostages were kept. Moments later, they dragged out Laven. "Mmph! Mmpph!" He struggled, but it was futile. His limbs were tightly bound, and his mouth gagged, leaving him unable to move. The necromancers laid Laven on the altar and secured him. Laven, terrified, glanced around in fear. ''What the hell are these madmen planning?'' It wasn''t hard to guess. When necromancers tie someone down on an altar, what else could it be? He simply didn''t want to acknowledge it. As Laven was placed on the altar, Demphis spoke again. "Everyone, take your positions." Hugot and the eight necromancers stood in a circle around the pentagonal altar. Demphis also slowly made his way forward. The skeletal figure in a black robe stood tall before the altar, gazing down at the bound Laven. With flickering blue eyes, he reached into his robe with bony fingers and pulled something out. A pitch-black cube. "Now, the descent ritual shall begin." The nine necromancers began to chant in unison. "Karl Lapica Dratia..." "Dephet Lastali Fahayu..." The eerie, unhuman voices echoed ominously within the chapel. Demphis, too, clutched the black cube he had pulled from the illusory space and slowly began his incantation. "The door of the void shall open, and the threads of forbidden fate shall intertwine..." The slow chanting continued. Dark currents swirled, forming a massive vortex at the ceiling of the chapel. The symbols on the altar began to glow with a brilliant, bloody radiance. An overwhelming surge of malevolent energy filled the chamber, threatening to burst at any moment. Rumble! The ground trembled subtly, as if an earthquake had struck. Seeing this, Demphis felt satisfied. The ritual was a success. Every step of the process had flowed smoothly. Then, suddenly¡ª Clang! The chapel door swung open with a loud crash. The necromancers, startled, turned their gazes toward the source of the noise. ''What is this?'' They had strictly warned the followers to stay away from the chapel no matter what happened. There was no way that any of the cult members, in their right mind, would dare to enter at this point. Could it be an intruder? The escaped King''s Order of Yustil? ''Impossible!'' ''We secured the perimeter so thoroughly!'' But entering the chapel were two barely clothed figures. More specifically, a pot-bellied middle-aged man wearing only underwear and a zombie girl with bluish skin dressed in nothing but undergarments. Hand in hand, the two skipped into the chapel with an unnervingly carefree energy, almost like rabbits hopping along. Admittedly, very odd and disheveled rabbits. Hugot muttered in a dazed voice. "...Soress?" The other necromancers froze as well. If it had been a true attack, they would have reacted immediately. If it were an ally acting suspiciously, they would have responded just as quickly. But this... what was this? "Uh..." "Hmm..." "T-that..." It was unexpected, but not entirely out of place. It was the kind of bizarre scene one could almost imagine Soress being part of, given his eccentricities. Even Demphis had a similar reaction. ''Ah, this guy finally went mad. Well, there were warning signs.'' While everyone remained frozen in place, Soress, still holding the zombie girl''s hand, hopped all the way to the altar. Hugot clicked his tongue, stepping forward to stop him. "Tsk tsk, Soress, my friend, what on earth¡ª" But then it happened. Hugot finally noticed Soress'' true state. His lifeless white eyes, the cold, unmoving skin, the complete lack of breath. ''He... he''s dead?'' Soress was no longer among the living. He was unmistakably undead. ''What is this?'' Suddenly, Soress'' entire body began to swell at an alarming speed, and then¡ª An enormous explosion erupted. BOOOOOOOM! [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 159 - 158 Chapter 159: Chapter 158Karnak was peeking inside through the crack of the left door of the underground chapel. "It exploded beautifully." Serati asked in disbelief. "Did you kill him on purpose for this?" "Yeah, because to use Corpse Explosion, you need corpses." Karnak wasn''t someone who particularly took pleasure in killing. He didn''t kill people unnecessarily. It''s just that his sense of "necessity" was broader than most. "There are ways to make people self-destruct while they''re alive, though..." But the power of that method was too weak and inefficient. "And honestly, I try to live like a decent person. Isn''t making someone explode while they''re alive even more inhumane?" "...Well, that''s true." The most inhumane part was that he didn''t even consider any method other than self-destruction, but Serati decided to let it slide. Anyway, it seemed that Soress was quite a capable Necromancer, contrary to his appearance. The power of his Corpse Explosion was significant, throwing the area around the altar into chaos. "Who did this?" "Watch all sides!" The air was thick with the smell of smoke, flesh scattered everywhere, and filth covering the surroundings. Some Necromancers were even retching. "Ugh!" Karnak and Baros clicked their tongues. "What''s with these guys? For Necromancers, they have pretty weak stomachs." "Well, there''s no rule saying Necromancers have to be used to corpses, right? Honestly, I don''t want to step in there either." "Actually, neither do I." Being used to filth doesn''t mean one enjoys it. "But what can you do? You can''t always live life on your terms." "Not something the young master, who has lived more on his terms than anyone, should say." "That''s true, isn''t it?" Karnak chuckled and began chanting a spell. "O King of Flames, I summon you by the contract! Descend upon this place by my will!" Flames surged and formed the shape of a giant. A massive fire spirit, clad in flaming armor and holding a blazing sword, appeared in the underground space, illuminating the area. "Go, El Ragnatia!" With a roar, the flaming giant broke through the chapel door and charged inside. "Graaaah!" *** The flame-belching giant charged through the darkness. Its burning eyes scanned the surroundings, radiating killing intent. "Graaaah!" It was unmistakably a fire spirit, and one of the highest-ranking ones at that. Only mages of the 7th circle or higher could summon such a powerful spirit. "Spirit magic! It really is the King''s Order!" At Hugot''s cry, the other Necromancers wore shocked expressions. "But wasn''t that Corpse Explosion just now?" "How can a mage use necromancy?" In this era, there was only one group capable of using both necromancy and magic simultaneously. The mages belonging to the cult of the Dark God. Only when a mage received the grace of Tesranak could they wield both necromancy and magic. One of the panicked Necromancers mumbled in a daze. "This is impossible. How can a heretic use the miracle of the Dark God?" The flaming giant swung its blazing sword down in a long arc. With a thunderous explosion, a wave of scorching fire rushed along the ground, heading toward the altar. Boom, boom, boom, boom! "Stop it!" They couldn''t afford to lose the altar. In a frenzy, the Necromancers scrambled to respond. "O dark veil, become the shield that protects your master!" Darkness gathered in the air, blocking the oncoming wave of fire. Soon, the darkness and flames collided. And then... nothing happened. ''Huh?'' ''What the...?'' The massive flame spirit disappeared as if it had been a lie. In the first place, it was all just for show with no actual power. Hugot belatedly realized his mistake. "Damn!" Currently, Laven was bound to the altar. Why would those who came to rescue him attack the altar? Were they trying to burn him alive? ''The fact that they used this kind of trick means...'' Hugot shouted and turned his gaze behind the altar. "It''s a distraction!" And at that moment, he froze. A man and woman, each wielding a battle aura-infused sword, were rushing toward the Necromancers. "Sorry..." Baros muttered coldly as he spread his arms to the sides. "You realized too late." Clink! Two swords, linked by chains of aura, danced through the air like snakes. In an instant, two Necromancers were sliced into pieces, their dismembered bodies hanging in mid-air. "Gah!" "Argh!" On the opposite side, a red-haired woman unleashed a lightning-fast slash. "Hyah!" Before the enemy could even react, her sharp strike cut across their chest and sliced through their neck. Blood gushed as another Necromancer died. But Serati didn''t stop. ''Is this how you should deal with a necromancer?'' With a grim expression, she severed the limbs of the corpse to ensure that even if they rose again as undead, they wouldn''t retain their combat abilities. After dealing with three Necromancers, Baros and Serati quickly withdrew behind the altar. It was a wise decision. Had they gone any deeper into enemy lines, they would have been surrounded. Moments later, black beams of destruction struck where they had just been standing. Boom, boom, boom! Their attacks missed and merely shattered the chapel floor. The Necromancers ground their teeth. "Damn it!" "Those damned heretics!" They had lost three comrades in an instant. The Necromancers, enraged, began to gather their power. "Come forth, forsaken ones! Burn your souls and strike down your enemies!" "Arise, creatures of the abyss!" Unlike magic, which often failed when emotions ran high, necromancy became more powerful when fueled by heightened emotions. Dozens of evil spirits rose and began to circle through the air, and the gates of hell opened, summoning demons. "How dare you ruin this sacred ritual!" "Face divine punishment, heretics!" "I will avenge my death!" For the record, the last shout came from one of the Necromancers who had been killed when Karnak''s group had escaped and resurrected as an undead. When necromancy was involved, even nonsensical statements like that could become reality. The Necromancers surrounded Baros and Serati with renewed confidence. Meanwhile, Hugot was calmly scanning the surroundings. ''Where is he? Where''s that man?'' This wasn''t the time to focus on those two aura users. The real terrifying enemy was the black-haired mage who had completely dominated their necromancy. If that man showed up, it would be a repeat of the nightmare. Which meant he needed to counter with a powerful spell before that happened. Hugot turned his head to look beyond the altar. "Lord Demphis!" And then, he froze. The Arch Lich stood there, completely immobilized, as if trapped. The curtain of darkness emanating from the altar had surrounded him like an impenetrable barrier. ''...Lord Demphis?'' *** Demphis was in shock. ''How... how did this happen?'' The enemy''s magic had targeted him at exactly the right moment. ''How did they know the precise moment I couldn''t move?'' Five minutes. It was only a matter of five minutes. If they had attacked five minutes earlier? He hadn''t yet reached the peak of the ritual, so he could have paused and dealt with them. If they had attacked five minutes later? He could have accelerated the remaining ritual and completed it quickly. This was a deliberate act, exploiting a vulnerability they knew about. Which baffled him even more. Why? Because even Demphis himself hadn''t known this ritual had such a weakness. It was only after being trapped that he realized this was a weak point. ''How could they have exploited a weakness I didn''t even know about?'' As a result, he was now trapped by his own power, unable to move. It was a form of magic he had never seen before. The blue flames in Arch Lich''s eyes flickered as he looked across the chapel. A black-haired youth was flying toward the altar, gripping a wand. ''What the hell is that guy doing?'' *** Cutting through the air with a wind spell, Karnak sighed in relief. ''That was close.'' He had summoned El Ragnatia, but he couldn''t maintain it for long. He had to quickly cast Elezar''s spell on Demphis, but his current mana wasn''t enough to handle both at the same time. In any case, the fire spirit had done its job by disrupting the ritual around the altar. With Demphis restrained, all that was left were the minions! "Fierce flames!" Dozens of fireballs arced through the air, crashing around the Necromancers. Boom, boom, boom! After bombarding the surroundings with fireballs, Karnak landed on the altar. He then swung his wand wide. "Break!" The chains that had bound Laven''s limbs shattered all at once. After freeing him from the restraints, Karnak helped him up. "Hurry, get up, Laven!" In the rush, Karnak ended up speaking informally. Usually, he would switch between formal and informal speech since Laven was technically his subordinate. Of course, in the situation of being rescued, Laven wasn''t in any position to complain about being spoken to casually. "Th-thank you!" First, he had to rescue Laven. Then, he would go deeper into the stone chamber to save the others, and after that, make a swift escape. Afterward, they would sprint at full speed toward the non-residential area! That was Karnak''s plan. ''Right, that must be the stone chamber where the others are being held?'' Just as he was about to move away from the altar and head toward the other captives¡ª Laven, who had been following Karnak, suddenly stopped. "What?" Though Karnak had cut the chains, the dark aura was still gripping Laven''s neck and limbs. ''What is this? Why is the ritual still ongoing even though we''ve left the altar?'' Karnak scanned the flow of necromantic power surrounding Laven with a bewildered look. He quickly realized the reason. ''Wait, this isn''t a sacrifice; it''s a vessel?'' The type of ritual was different from what he expected. In necromancy, a sacrifice is an object that is offered. In contrast, a vessel is the subject that holds something. Because of this, the power that had trapped Demphis, who was conducting the ritual, had also ensnared Laven, who was part of the same ritual. ''Damn it, this is what happens when you try something you''re not familiar with.'' If it had been necromancy, Karnak wouldn''t have made such a mistake. But since he was trying to imitate Elezar''s magic, this kind of side effect occurred. In any case, the situation was dire. To free Laven from his bindings, he would also have to free Demphis. But if he did that, the 9th circle master would become his enemy once again. ''What do I do?'' Maintaining his composure, Karnak quickly surveyed the chapel. He needed to find a way to resolve the situation¡ªand fast. Unfortunately, it seemed Demphis wasn''t planning to give him much time. *** Demphis was calmly thinking. Currently, he was trapped by his own power. What kind of magic had been used to create this situation? ''I have no idea. I can''t even guess.'' However, one thing was certain. That man, Karnak, had made a mistake. ''I don''t know what happened, but...'' Demphis refocused his mind on the pitch-black cube in his hand. ''I will continue the ritual!'' The dark energy, which had been momentarily halted by El Ragnatia, began to flow again. The vast necromantic power surged through the void, causing the chapel to tremble. Rumble, rumble, rumble! In the midst of the sudden situation, Baros and Serati sent secret messages. [Young Master?] [What are you doing, Lord Karnak? Hurry and get Mr. Laven out of there!] [Wait a second! This is...] Karnak''s response was cut off midway. The aura of death that had enveloped the surroundings suddenly changed. The darkness grew still. Like the eerie calm before a storm. "I will anchor myself in the space-time continuum, becoming the dark beacon that blocks the light..." An eerie voice pierced through the silence, echoing softly. "Come forth, Martial God of Necropia, King of those who wield the sword!" S§×arch* The nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The darkness split open, and the void gaped wide. At the same time, something unseen crashed down upon the altar. Thud! Laven dropped to his knees, clutching his head, and screamed in agony. "Ahhhh!" Karnak''s face went pale. He recognized the sight all too well. ''This...'' It was the phenomenon where a soul takes possession of a body. The problem was, Karnak was all too familiar with the soul inhabiting Laven''s body. ''...Laven?'' The soul of Laven Strauss, the future Martial King, had crossed the boundaries of time and space to descend into this world. "Ahhhhhhh!" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 160 - 159 Chapter 160: Chapter 159''Following the guidance of the great God of Death, Tesranak...'' A gentle voice echoed in his mind. ''I, now answer the call...'' "Aaaaah!" Laven screamed continuously. The voice kept penetrating him. ''Let go, my past self. Accept your true being.'' Even in the midst of excruciating pain, Laven found it absurd. He thought it was quite amusing how someone could spout such nonsense in such a grandiose way. ''What kind of tone is that?'' But then, he realized something familiar about it. It was exactly the tone he used when he was putting on airs in front of his father, Gallard. ''Is that really me?'' Clutching his head, Laven fell into confusion. ''How can this be happening?'' Though he knew nothing about necromancy, there was something he instinctively understood. That soul was him. A contradiction was occurring, where his own soul was trying to seize his own body. ''Don''t be ridiculous!'' Whether the opponent was him or someone else didn''t matter at this point. What mattered was one simple truth: If he lost his body now, the self that Laven identified with would cease to exist! ''Do you think I''d give my body to some wandering soul that I don''t even know?'' ''I am not a wandering soul. I am you.'' ''Still, I don''t know where you came from!'' ''...Well, that''s true.'' The invasion weakened slightly. This surprised Laven even more. ''W-wait, is this really me?'' The way the soul shrank back and hesitated after being talked to, it was just like Laven''s own personality. At least thanks to this, he felt he could hold on a little longer. Laven gritted his teeth. ''Grrrgh!'' *** The altar emitted fierce darkness, and the sigils glowed with a red light. Inside that, Laven kept screaming over and over. "Aaaaah!" Anyone could tell this was no ordinary situation. Serati urgently asked through a message. [What is going on, Lord Karnak?] Karnak responded briefly. So briefly that it was problematic. [Laven''s soul is trying to enter Laven''s body!] Despite that, she understood. [Oh no!] She had already witnessed a precedent with Lafiselle. [Does this mean another future Martial King is going to appear?] [Uh, yeah?] [Stop it!] Of course, it had to be stopped. Karnak wanted to stop it too. [How?] [Aren''t you supposed to be the Death King? Can''t you handle even this?] Serati''s frustrated outcry jolted Karnak back to his senses. Yes, he was the Death King. [Then I''ll just have to kill Laven right now!] A truly ''Death King''-like solution. Serati screamed in horror. [What nonsense are you saying? Why kill Mr. Laven?] [If his body is destroyed, his soul won''t have anywhere to return to!] He said it with such conviction. Serati, utterly exasperated, cursed at him. [What an idiot! Is he insane?] Even amidst the urgency, Baros had a brief idle thought. ''Dame Serati no longer even bothers with euphemisms?'' Regardless, her curse worked. She was so direct in her profanity that even Karnak was taken aback and hesitated. [Serati, how dare you...] [Is this the time to scold me? Do something! Anything but killing Mr. Laven!] Annoyingly, she was entirely right. Which only made him more annoyed. ''You''ll pay for this, Serati...'' Karnak forced himself to stay calm as he looked at Laven. ''Let me think. Has anything like this happened before?'' Yes. It happened when Karnak and Baros returned to this era through space-time regression. When he remembered that, something strange came to mind. ''Wait a minute, was this supposed to be something we could endure?'' When they had regressed through time, it had all happened in an instant. There hadn''t been any pushing and pulling like this. Back then, they had just thought of it as natural. After all, it was their own souls inhabiting their own bodies. But now, Laven of this era was resisting the soul of Laven from the future. Though clutching his head in pain, he was still the Laven of this era. He hadn''t yet transformed into the future Martial King. How was this even possible? ''It must be because this era''s Laven has a stronger soul.'' Then why had they so easily given up their bodies back then? ''Well, we were pretty useless during that time, weren''t we?'' This meant that the souls of this era and the future were separate entities. That''s why rejection, not fusion, was happening. ''So, did we basically kill our past selves to take over these bodies? Is this murder or suicide?'' In any case, the conclusion from this assumption was clear. ''This is no different from possession. It''s just a particularly strong form of possession where the soul and body are 100% compatible.'' Though Karnak''s thoughts were long, only a moment had passed in real time. A smile of realization crept across his face. ''If it''s a possession ritual, it can be stopped!'' Karnak reached out his hand to Laven. "Laven! Grab my hand!" *** Even with a normal evil spirit possession, immense mental strength was required to resist. Let alone the fact that it was Laven''s own soul trying to inhabit his body. How much mental strength would it take to stop that? It was like being a man who hadn''t had a sip of water while wandering in the desert for a week, suddenly taking a refreshing drink and then spitting it out. In other words, it was impossible for a human''s mental strength to withstand it. Even Laven was nearing his breaking point. "Ugh, ugh..." Just as he was about to lose consciousness, a voice shouted at him. "Laven! Grab my hand!" He didn''t know why, but he reached out his hand. A dark energy flowed up his wrist, wrapping around his entire body. sea??h th§× novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. ''Ah...'' He felt a bit more comfortable. But at the same time, fear crept in. ''T-this energy!'' It was the power of darkness, the necromantic power. The sinister aura from Karnak was protecting Laven''s spiritual body. "Lord Karnak, you..." Laven opened his eyes wide in shock. "You''re a necromancer?" "Yes, I''m a necromancer! I''ll explain later, but right now we need to save your life!" Karnak replied hastily, manipulating the malevolent energy to fend off the future Laven''s intrusion. But this was only a temporary solution. He couldn''t hold out for long. "Laven, there''s only one way to save you right now." In the brief moment they had, Karnak quickly continued. "Become my servant!" "W-what?" "If you do, I can adjust your soul! I can protect you from that evil spirit!" There was no time to debate the nature of the future Martial King. So Karnak just referred to him as an evil spirit for simplicity''s sake. It didn''t make much difference to Laven anyway. Still, Laven was utterly horrified by the proposal. "W-what nonsense is this? You want a King''s Order knight to make a pact with a necromancer?" "I''m also a member of the King''s Order! You think I''m enjoying this? I''m only offering because this is the only way to save you!" This was the truth. Karnak had no desire to make Laven his servant. ''I went through all that trouble to prepare a spot for Baros, and now this is happening, damn it!'' Laven realized that Karnak wasn''t exactly thrilled about the idea either. Yet, he was insisting out of necessity. "B-but still..." Karnak''s expression grew more twisted by the moment. "Decide quickly! I can''t hold on much longer!" His urgent voice pushed Laven to make a decision. "If you don''t, your soul will be destroyed! That body will be taken by that evil spirit! Then you''ll become our enemy!" Laven gritted his teeth. Indeed, he had no choice. "Damn it!" After cursing, he closed his eyes. "I will become your servant!" "Then open your mind and accept the contract!" Suddenly, a vast darkness erupted around the two of them. Laven wore a bewildered expression. "Ah..." Unlike with Serati, there were no signs of pain. Her suffering had been due to the side effects of regenerating her arm, not the result of the servant ritual itself. "What is this...?" Two invisible presences were fighting inside his mind. It was a battle between the future Laven and Karnak, who now controlled Laven''s servant soul. ''You scoundrel! Do you think this meager spell will stop my descent?'' ''If this seems like a meager spell to you, it means you''re just as meager.'' ''Are you mocking me?'' ''I''m glad to hear that tone, but we''re not exactly in a friendly situation right now, are we?'' The influence of the future Laven gradually weakened. Karnak, having already gained the upper hand, was relaxed. The future Martial King let out a furious roar. ''Who are you? Who the hell are you?!'' Karnak shook his head. ''So, you don''t know me either, huh?'' He wished he could capture the soul and interrogate it, but he lacked the means to do so at the moment. ''I''ll have to be satisfied with simply driving it out of Laven''s body.'' Adjusting Laven''s soul as his servant, Karnak uttered the final incantation. "Depart, soul who does not belong to this time." Aaaah... With a gloomy wail, the Martial King''s soul vanished into the void once more. *** Demphis and the other necromancers had been silently observing the entire situation. They had no choice. The vast power of darkness used in the descent ritual had turned into chains, binding Demphis to the altar. Hugot and the other necromancers were facing off against Baros and Serati, and the moment they turned their backs, they risked being attacked. So both sides could do nothing but watch as the Martial King''s soul retreated. Demphis inwardly grumbled. ''Things really do fall apart sometimes, don''t they?'' When Karnak performed the servant ritual, Demphis hadn''t been too concerned. To think he could manipulate another person''s soul to stop the future Martial King? It seemed impossible. To do that, one would need incredibly precise necromantic adjustments. It would be like throwing darts a hundred times and never missing the bullseye. The amount of necromantic power required wasn''t much, but the difficulty of its execution was extreme. There was only one being Demphis knew of capable of such precision. The great God of Death, the Death King Tesranak. And yet, this black-haired young man had done it. Without much difficulty. ''Where in the world did such a monster come from?'' As a result, the ritual ended in failure. All the effort they had put in had been for nothing. Sighing, the Arch Lich flicked his bony fingers. The dark currents that had bound him began to dissolve into dust and scattered in all directions. The failure of the ritual meant the ritual was over. And that meant Demphis was now free. "No choice, then." Demphis glared at Laven and began to walk slowly toward him. Today''s plan had failed. But that didn''t mean the descent ritual itself had failed. All he had to do was kill Karnak here, free Laven from the servant contract, and summon the future soul again. "I''ll have no choice but to arrange another day." Evil energy flowed from the Arch Lich''s entire body, filling the chapel with a malevolent aura. Karnak''s group''s faces hardened. "Damn..." Cursing, Baros gripped his sword tighter. "Out of the frying pan, into the fire... Damn it..." They had saved Laven, but now a 9th-circle master was free from his constraints! [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 161 - 160 Chapter 161: Chapter 160They managed to stop the ritual for now, and even protected Laven''s soul. There might be some debate as to whether saving his soul, only for him to become the servant of a vile necromancer, could truly be called saving, but at least Laven''s own consciousness remained intact. The problem was that, in exchange, they had freed Demphis, that monster. Glancing toward the other side of the stone chamber, Serati sent a message. [What do we do? We still haven''t rescued the others yet...] Baros, sweating, responded. [This isn''t the time to worry about that. We''re about to die here!] The Arch Lich moved, its steps causing waves of evil energy and an aura of malice to flow across the floor of the chapel. Despite the interference with the ritual, its expression didn''t show any intense anger. While it was true that Karnak had disrupted the ritual, it was only a temporary setback. As long as Laven''s body was secured, it would only take a few days to prepare for the descent ritual again. For now, it was more important to completely subdue them. Demphis coldly muttered as he stared at Karnak. "I won''t make the same mistake twice." His opponent''s skill was far from ordinary. He possessed strange techniques that Demphis, a 9th-circle master, didn''t recognize. He was not someone to be underestimated. But once that fact was acknowledged, the solution wasn''t difficult. A weakling with just exceptional technique? Then he simply needed to crush him with pure strength. After all, Karnak''s mana was undeniably lacking. "I''ll make sure to block your escape." Demphis raised his golden staff and struck the ground. "Let the earth rise and become the barrier. Stone Wall." Rumble! With a thunderous noise, rocks shot up, sealing all the passageways of the chapel. Of course, a strong mage or aura user could destroy the rocks, so this alone wouldn''t completely block their escape. That''s why he added another layer. "Flow, darkness of the abyss." From the Arch Lich''s feet, darkness flowed, spreading across the stone walls and covering the entire chapel. The massive power of darkness coated everything as if plated in shadow. "This should leave you without options." Karnak let out a mocking laugh. "That''s an incredibly inefficient and wasteful method. Are you proud of being so simple-minded?" Demphis remained calm. "A beggar would fret over a single coin. But for the wealthy, wasting a handful of gold is nothing." He wasn''t wrong. Though Karnak mocked outwardly, he inwardly marveled. ''Well done.'' The power of darkness had been layered so thickly that the entire stone wall of the chapel was smooth like obsidian. This wasn''t even an example of compressing evil energy. Necromancy, unlike mana, loses power when compressed. So instead, Demphis had spread the darkness thin like a cloth, layering it dozens of times to coat the entire area. It was a perfectly sound method in the principles of necromancy. ''As expected of Demphis. He''s talented!'' It was precisely because of that talent that Karnak had made him one of the four governors of Necropia in a previous life. The Empire of the Dead was centered around the absolute authority of the Death King Karnak, and supported by the second-in-command, the Death Knight Lord Baros, three Archmages, and three Martial Kings. Below them were the four governors of Necropia, followed by 13 commanders and 72 generals in each region. In this hierarchy, Demphis was positioned right beneath the Archmages and Martial Kings. ''The problem is that his talent is now aimed at tightening a noose around my neck...'' After trapping Karnak and his companions, Demphis raised his golden wand once more. "I could finish you all off right now." From his wand, a pitch-black current flowed into Hugot and the other necromancers. "I hear you use some peculiar magic?" Karnak''s ability to turn necromancy against its user had already been reported by his subordinates. At first glance, it seemed like Elezar''s magic, but it was different. Elezar''s method allowed for the simultaneous use of both magic and necromancy, but it did not let one take control of the enemy''s necromancy as Karnak could. In other words, Demphis still didn''t know how Karnak did it. But he had understood the effects. "Once the nature of it is revealed, countermeasures can be taken." As he adjusted the darkness, Demphis uttered an incantation. "Arise, children of Tesranak..." Just like in the previous battle, Hugot''s entire body began to transform into a monster. His body grew larger, muscles bulged, and tendrils and spikes emerged from his back and forearms. "Grrraaaah!" The other necromancers followed suit. Though half of them had already been smashed to pieces, the remaining ones were reborn as monsters. "Kraaaagh!" Leading the five monsters, Demphis taunted. "Think you can take control of them too?" "..." Karnak didn''t respond. But his hardened expression was answer enough. "I thought not." Demphis issued his command. "Capture them." Hugot confirmed the order. "You want them alive, sir?" In the past, Demphis had shown little interest in anyone other than Laven. But now, things are different. "He''s someone with a strange ability." Demphis''s eyes, blazing with blue fire, focused on Karnak. "We need to find out why." *** The necromancers-turned-monsters began to encircle the group from both sides. Baros sent a message while glaring at the approaching enemies. [What''s the plan, young master?] Karnak replied with a grave expression. [It''s a failure.] While Demphis had been blocking their escape and transforming his subordinates into monsters, Karnak hadn''t just been standing idly by. Though it seemed as though he had only been observing, he had actually been locked in a fierce battle of spells beneath the surface. [I kept trying to interfere, but there wasn''t an opening. Though, the situation seems better than it was yesterday.] Serati muttered while raising her sword. [True. At least they''re not trying to kill us outright...] Baros shook his head. [That''s not quite right.] At that moment, massive spikes sprouted from the backs of the necromancers. Dozens of spikes simultaneously shot toward the two of them! Pababababam! "Whoa!" Serati barely dodged in time. The spikes embedded themselves into the spot where she had been standing, causing a deafening crash. Kwak! Kwakwakwak! "What''s with this? I thought they wanted us alive?" Each spike was as thick as an iron stake. Even one would cause a fatal wound if it pierced you. Baros deflected the incoming spikes with his aura blade, wearing a bitter smile. "In this line of work, the term ''alive'' is open to some unique interpretations." To a necromancer, capturing someone alive simply meant ''capturing them while their soul is still inside their body.'' In other words, even if their heart stopped beating and their body was broken, as long as the corpse was still warm, it was considered a capture. Serati gritted her teeth. "Ugh, I really hate necromancy." On the other side, Karnak was casting a spell. "Become a shield to protect your master, Mana Shield!" A red shield enveloped both him and Laven. The spikes flying toward them all bounced off the mana shield. Lowering the shield, Karnak let out a sigh of relief. "Phew, that was close." He had managed to protect Laven this time. But there was no time to relax in front of their enemies. "Laven! Survive however you can!" "If you''re going to say something like that, at least give me a sword!" Laven had been looking for a weapon for a while now. But since all their enemies were necromancers, there wasn''t a single one carrying a sword. The best he could find was a broken wand. Karnak took something out of his cloak and tossed it to him. "Here!" Laven frowned as he caught it. "It''s a dagger?" Was he seriously supposed to face those massive monsters with such a short weapon? "You think a mage like me would carry around a longsword?" While it was true that adventurers of any profession carried daggers, it was another matter entirely to have a proper sword. "Then at least give me another dagger!" "Here, use mine!" Serati tossed him a secondary dagger. Holding a dagger in each hand, Laven was at least somewhat prepared for combat. ''Ugh, well, I guess this is better than nothing.'' After tossing the dagger, Serati leapt forward once again. "Hah!" With a shout, her red aura blade slashed downward. The brilliant red aura cleaved through the monster. But the monster wasn''t just going to take it. It immediately pulled out bone blades and swung both arms at her. A fierce exchange of blows ensued as the aura blade clashed with the bone blades. Bang! Bang! Bang! At the same time, Baros was dominating the battlefield, taking on three monsters at once. With his aura chains lashing out in all directions, he moved swiftly through the chapel, disorienting his opponents and creating openings. And once those openings appeared, he never missed them. "Hup!" With a short grunt, Baros''s aura blade sliced deep into the monster''s shoulder. Blood sprayed as the monster retreated, clutching its wound. "Hmph! This is nothing. I''ll just regenerate..." "You won''t." The monster''s wound began to regenerate but then stopped. "Knowing how to counter regeneration is common knowledge, isn''t it?" Even outside of necromancy, monsters with regeneration were common. So any first-class warrior would know how to handle them. The easiest methods were to burn them with fire or freeze them. Leaving traces of aura or divine power in the wound also worked. The monster''s regenerating wound was halted by Baros''s aura and split open again. As a rule, wounds that reopen during healing are the most painful. "Graaah!" The monster howled in agony. Seizing the opportunity, Baros drove his aura blade down into the monster. Just as the red aura was about to strike the monster''s head¡ª "Lightning Spear." With a grim voice, a spear of lightning shot toward Baros. Demphis, seeing his subordinate in danger, acted immediately. ''Damn!'' If it struck him, he''d be nothing more than a well-cooked corpse. Baros quickly twisted in midair and redirected his sword. ''Please block it!'' The red sword light shattered the lightning spear, scattering sparks in all directions. With a deafening boom¡ª Kwaaang! Baros landed, shaking his head with a puzzled look. ''Huh, this time I''m doing better?'' The spell was weaker than he expected. Compared to yesterday, Demphis had definitely weakened. [I told you, didn''t I? Things are better today.] Karnak''s voice followed up, confirming his suspicions. [That guy''s used up a lot of power too.] Between conducting the descent ritual, being bound by his own magic, and struggling to break free, Demphis had expended a huge amount of energy. He was fighting against himself and had tired himself out in the process. "I see! In that case..." Baros, excited, charged at Demphis. With a rattling sound, his aura chains unfurled, sending two chain blades flying at Demphis like snakes. "Hmph." Despite having no nose, Demphis snorted in disdain as he struck the ground with his wand. Woooom! Darkness surged and transformed into a massive vortex. The black whirlwind deflected the chain swords and surged toward Baros. "Urgh!" Baros was caught and hurled into the air. The vortex''s force was so strong that Baros bounced off the ceiling, walls, pillars, and floor of the chapel. Finally, he regained his balance and landed, grumbling in frustration. Sear?h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. [He''s still strong, huh?] [I said things were better, not that we had the upper hand...] [You should''ve told me that earlier!] [Maybe you should''ve listened until I finished speaking?] As the two bickered, the Arch Lich aimed his golden wand at them. "Blow, death of the snowfield. Blizzard Storm." A pure white world unfolded across the chapel. This wasn''t just a simple snowstorm. It was a magic tempest that froze everything within its range. At this rate, not only their bodies but even intangible things like mana and aura would gradually freeze over! ''Damn, even weakened, a monster is still a monster.'' It wasn''t that they had found a way to win; they had simply reached a point where they could at least struggle. "And struggle we shall!" Karnak gripped his wand. "Not me, but this guy!" Then, he stepped forward, casting a series of spells. "O King of Flames, I call you according to the contract..." Fire surged forth, pushing back the snowstorm and forming the shape of a giant. "Go, El Ragnatia!" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 162 - 161 Chapter 162: Chapter 161A flame giant clad in lava armor stood tall, holding a sword of fire. Intense heat radiated from the giant, dispelling the blizzard entirely. Watching his Blizzard Storm nullified, Demphis was inwardly impressed. ''Can that really be summoned?'' This wasn''t the first time Karnak had used El Ragnatia. He had summoned it once before during a surprise attack to disrupt the descent ritual. However, he had immediately recalled it back then, so its true power hadn''t been displayed. That''s why Demphis had assumed it was just an illusion. He never thought Karnak had actually summoned a flame spirit. ''That man? Using spirit summoning? There''s no way!'' Only the purest of souls could possess an affinity for spirits. And Karnak was definitely not that kind of person. ''...The real question is, why am I even getting this feeling?'' But Demphis quickly dismissed the thought as a mere illusion. After all, it didn''t make sense in the first place. If he went with his gut feeling, that black-haired youth would never risk his life to save his comrades. Yet, here he was. Could it be that Karnak was, in fact, a pure and kind-hearted person? And that''s why he could so powerfully command spirit magic? ''Impossible, but there''s no real evidence to dismiss it, either.'' His instincts kept triggering inconsistencies. It felt like trying to perceive a bearded man in front of him as a woman. ''No, right now, capturing him is the priority.'' Forcing himself to clear his mind, Demphis erased his wandering thoughts. Losing focus in the middle of a battle was never a good habit. He struck his golden wand into the ground and began chanting a spell. "Rise, wall of ice. Ice Wall." As the spell dictated, a wall of ice rose up. It was a very straightforward spell, and in the current situation, a somewhat random one. But Karnak quickly understood. ''Is that it?'' Sure enough, Demphis immediately followed with another spell. "Arise, my guardian." As the ice wall crumbled, its shards gathered in the air, forming into a massive giant made of snow. It was an Ice Golem. The ice wall had been created solely to gather the material needed for summoning the golem. The flame giant and the ice giant clashed violently in the center of the chapel. Boom! Steam exploded into the air, unleashing a storm in all directions. "Uwooooo!" El Ragnatia unleashed continuous fiery slashes, roaring fiercely. "Kraaaa!" The Ice Golem retaliated with its massive ice club, countering each strike. A brutal back-and-forth battle ensued. Flames and steam erupted in rapid succession. Boom! Boom! Boom! The power of the two summoned beings was evenly matched. It might seem a bit unfair, considering Karnak and Demphis''s abilities, but that couldn''t be helped. There was an inherent disparity between the power of spirits and golems. Nevertheless, Demphis had a specific reason for summoning the golem. For one, he couldn''t use necromancy to summon wraiths or demons from the abyss. The risk of losing control over them was too high. Karnak''s magic, the Redeemer of Necromancy, was so powerful that even Demphis didn''t dare to take reckless actions. He also couldn''t summon spirits or magical beasts through magic. Not because he didn''t know how¡ªhe was a master of the 9th Circle, after all. If he wanted, he could summon a horde of powerful spirits and magical beasts. The problem was that the summoned creatures wouldn''t listen to him. Though strong, spirits and magical beasts often turned on their summoner if the summoner was evil. It was a common occurrence. That''s why most mages preferred using golems or puppets when they needed a summoned entity. They avoided spirits and magical beasts summoning magic. And if the summoned creature was a skeleton? It would immediately turn on Demphis and try to kill him. ''But how is he controlling a spirit so well?'' Demphis marveled once more as he looked at El Ragnatia. The flame giant obediently followed Karnak''s commands, fighting in sync with him. It was clear to Demphis that Karnak wasn''t pure of heart. How could he be, using such a thing? "Restless wraiths, become arrows and strike down my enemy!" Behind the flame giant, Karnak unleashed necromancy. Black wraiths rose from the ground, transforming into arrows that shot toward Demphis. "Oh, for heaven''s sake." Annoyed, Demphis cast a Curtain of Darkness to block the arrows. He then alternated his gaze between Karnak and the flame spirit. ''He''s using necromancy right in front of the spirit, yet the spirit is acting like it doesn''t notice? What kind of trick is this?'' This wasn''t just unusual in terms of spirit summoning. Behind the battle between fire and ice, Karnak and Demphis were also exchanging magic. "Hellfire, descend upon this land!" "Light, become a spear that pierces through all things!" The former was Karnak''s magic, and the latter was Demphis''s. It was an absurd scene: a mage of the King''s Order, who should be hunting cultists, was freely using necromancy, while an Arch Lich wielded pure magic in response. Something was deeply wrong. As the battle dragged on, Demphis began to ponder. ''This is more troublesome than I thought.'' It wasn''t that he couldn''t use more powerful magic, but the destruction would be too great. If the chapel collapsed as a result, it would be his own foolishness for breaking through the barriers he had set up to prevent an escape. So, he was continuing to use a method that simply suppressed Karnak with raw mana... "I can block that, you know?" Karnak crossed his hands, staring at the encroaching mana. Necromantic power and mana intertwined, weaving together like fabric, forming a smooth barrier. Demphis''s overpowering mana slid off, scattering and exploding in all directions. Boom! Boom! Boom! At that point, all Demphis could do was marvel. ''The way he handles mana is beyond me.'' It wasn''t that Karnak was particularly skilled at handling magic. He manipulated magic as if it were necromancy, and his mastery of necromancy was so divine that his control over magic exceeded that of a 9th Circle Master. ''Truly, this is one twisted man.'' Demphis suddenly thought. Why should he bother dealing with such a complicated individual head-on? ''Let me show you that underhanded tricks aren''t yours alone, human!'' While continuously pouring out mana, Demphis discreetly selected one of his necromancers and gave him an order. ¡ªYour sacrifice is necessary. The necromancer''s eyes wavered. ''No, no!'' It was useless. Under control, his body faithfully carried out the command. Boom! The necromancer exploded, spraying poisonous liquid in all directions. Just like Karnak, Demphis had cast Corpse Explosion on his subordinate. However, this was an even more devastating version¡ªpoisonous liquid that could melt flesh on contact filled the air. Baros staggered back in shock. "Ugh!" Serati also recoiled in horror, rolling to the ground. "What the hell is this?!" The two barely managed to escape the area of effect. Thanks to their superhuman speed and reflexes as aura users, they barely made it out in time. But Karnak? Poison was difficult to block with magic. A Mana Shield would only deflect it partially; some would still inevitably splash onto him. ''There''s no way he can avoid this.'' Once again, Demphis was wrong. As soon as the poison exploded, Karnak reacted immediately. Sear?h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Come forth! Delpaz!" In front of him, several small, blood-red demons appeared, each slightly smaller than a full-grown man. They were Delpaz, lower demons from hell. Karnak had instantly summoned them. His summoning skills were indeed impressive. But there was something even more remarkable. The Delpaz appeared precisely between Karnak and the exploding necromancer. The demons took the full brunt of the poisonous liquid as soon as they appeared! "Kraaa!" "It burns! It burns!" More than half of the summoned demons melted away in agony. But in the process, the poison''s effect was entirely nullified. The remaining demons, who had been less affected, let out furious roars. "Kraaaa!" At that moment, Karnak shouted. "It''s them!" He pointed at Demphis and his necromancer monsters, his eyes glowing red. "They''re the ones who doused you in poison!" It wasn''t a lie. And because it wasn''t a lie, the demons were completely deceived. "Kraaa!" The Delpaz rushed at the necromancers. ''...Wow.'' Demphis was genuinely impressed. ''He is worse than me.'' Necromancy worked by controlling summoned creatures, and the less control required, the more efficient the necromancer''s power consumption. Because the demons had developed their own hatred and were attacking autonomously, Karnak''s necromantic power expenditure was almost negligible. Moreover, his response in the critical moment was remarkably necromancer-like. When faced with an explosion, rather than casting a shield, Karnak had immediately summoned a flesh shield. Almost reflexively. It was proof that he always used such tactics to protect himself. Only someone who sacrificed others as naturally as breathing could react like that. ''What about others?'' Deeply intrigued, Demphis calmly observed Karnak''s party. Serati was ordinary. She had the soul of a typical person: somewhat righteous, somewhat compromising, someone who tried to pursue what was right. ''A perfect candidate for a sacrificial offering.'' Baros, on the other hand, was different. His soul was deeply murky. Not quite the black of an evil man, but something worse. To commit evil deeds and yet have no shame while looking up at the heavens¡ªsuch a soul could only emanate such a color. Even demons might hesitate to accept him. Clearly, Baros held little value as a sacrificial offering. And Karnak... ''My god!'' Demphis recoiled. Karnak''s soul was that shocking. It shone with a wondrously beautiful dark hue. It was a pitch-black, polished sheen that reflected light, like a deep, endless void. So black, so filthy, that it appeared almost clean. That wasn''t the soul of someone to be sacrificed¡ªit was the soul of someone meant to receive the sacrifice! ''How can a mere human possess such a soul...?'' Finally, Demphis understood. Why this battle was dragging on for so long? Why he had been so passive, unable to decisively deal with Karnak and his group. Even why he had been unable to focus, his thoughts constantly drifting. That soul''s color had unsettled him. ''Why? Why do I feel this way?'' He placed his hand on his ribcage, where his human heart had once been, replaced by a heart of blue spiritual energy. He let out a low groan. "Ugh..." The great god of death, the Death King Tesranak. The branding of their contract trembled faintly. [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 163 - 162 Chapter 163: Chapter 162While Karnak was engaged in a magic duel with Demphis, Baros and Serati were facing off against the necromancers who had turned into monsters. There had been five necromancer monsters, including Hugot. One of them had fallen to the explosion of venom, leaving four. Baros was handling two of them at the same time, while Serati was locked in a one-on-one battle with Hugot. And the last one? Laven was handling it with all his might. "Hup!" With a sharp battle cry, Laven crossed his twin daggers and slashed at the enemy. The necromancer monster used the tentacles on its back to parry the attack. Clang! Clang, clang! Despite using mere daggers, Laven''s swordsmanship was far from lacking. He managed to break through the enemy''s defense several times, leaving wounds on the necromancer''s torso. Meanwhile, Laven remained unharmed. Not even a single hair was out of place. It wasn''t because his skills were superior to his opponent''s. ''This is... frustrating.'' As the exchange of blows continued, Laven clicked his tongue internally. ''They''re going easy on me.'' It had been like this from the start. During the venom explosion, Laven had come out unscathed¡ªnot because he had miraculously dodged it, but because the venom hadn''t even been aimed at him. From the beginning, the range had been precisely adjusted so that Laven wouldn''t be harmed. And it is the same now. Just like an adult fighting a child, the necromancer monster was only keeping Laven tied up, ensuring his safety. Even though Laven was trying to kill his opponent, they were holding back. From Demphis''s perspective, Laven was a precious vessel that must never be broken. If Laven were to get caught in the chaos of battle and be harmed, it would be disastrous. Thus, Demphis had assigned one subordinate solely to deal with Laven. ¨CEven if you die, you must never let harm come to the vessel! The necromancer monster was following Demphis''s orders to the letter. And it wasn''t a difficult task. He had already died and been resurrected twice. His life was cheap, so he could throw his body into battle without hesitation. "Graaaah!" It might have been a cause for self-loathing, but Laven laughed instead. ''Not bad at all.'' Self-loathing had been an old companion of his. After all, he had grown up with a brilliant father and older brother. ''At least I''m pulling my weight.'' Even though he wasn''t an aura user, he was managing to hold back a powerful monster. That was enough to call it a contribution. In fact, he was handling it with relative ease. His opponent couldn''t harm him. Their objective was only to subdue him, not to kill. The necromancer''s best outcome was to tie him up without inflicting any wounds. Of course, Laven wasn''t just going to stand there and get caught, but at least it wasn''t a life-or-death situation. So he took this opportunity to assess the situation. ''Let''s think.'' First, he calmly sorted through the immediate issues. How could Karnak, a mage of the King''s Order, use necromancy? Why had the cultists chosen him, a no-name soldier, instead of skilled aura users like Baros or Serati? These were questions for later. Right now, they had no answers and pondering them was pointless. The real issue was figuring out what he could do now. ''Can I save my other companions during this?'' Impossible. Demphis had blocked all the exits of the chapel to trap Karnak''s group. Among those blocked passages was the entrance to the stone chamber where his companions were imprisoned. It would take significant physical power to break through those blocked passages, something Laven lacked. However, it might be possible for aura users like Baros or Serati. ''In that case!'' Laven glanced at Serati and a small smile crept onto his lips. *** Baros and Serati continued to fight the necromancer monsters. In terms of raw skill, the two of them were superior. In fact, both of them remained largely unscathed, while Hugot and the other necromancer monsters were bleeding profusely. But they wouldn''t fall. Even in their battered states, they relentlessly pressed the two warriors. Swinging his chain sword, Baros clicked his tongue. "Ah, undead are such a pain." Being already dead, they didn''t fear death, and their corpses felt no pain from injury. Thanks to Baros''s aura infiltration, their regeneration had slowed, but their bodies, overflowing with necromantic power, still moved freely despite being damaged. Serati, battling Hugot, was also growing frustrated. "Damn it, this guy just won''t go down!" "You think a heretic''s blade could stop me? Lord Tesranak has blessed me!" "It''s definitely doing the job, look at you¡ªyou''re in tatters!" "And yet, even this tattered body moves! This is Lord Tesranak''s grace! What else could it be?" "Is that something to brag about? What are you, a follower of some god of rags?" Though she mocked him, Hugot was indeed difficult to deal with. To take him down for good, she would have to inflict a severe blow, like severing his head completely or splitting his body in half. Simply cutting off limbs was insufficient as they regenerated quickly. And the problem was that Hugot knew this, so he fiercely protected his head and torso. It was always difficult to deal with an enemy who guarded their weak points so carefully. ''This isn''t going to work.'' Their original plan had already collapsed. They were supposed to tie up Demphis and escape with Laven and their companions. But now that they were locked in direct combat, the plan was halfway to failure. The only silver lining was that Karnak was holding out longer than expected. Serati glanced toward the far side of the chapel. Karnak was still holding his own in a one-on-one battle against the Arch Lich, using both fire spirits and necromancy. Despite earlier warnings that he had no way to counter necromancy, he seemed to be fighting surprisingly well. ''Maybe he was just exaggerating?'' If Baros and Serati could quickly deal with the necromancers and join forces against Demphis, victory might be within reach. ''If only something could shake them up for a moment...'' Just then, Laven suddenly turned his back on his opponent and sprinted toward Serati. He hurled his daggers at Hugot''s back. "Take this!" Serati frowned. ''That''s not going to work...'' It was an obvious move. S~ea??h the N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Laven was trying to create an opening by drawing Hugot''s attention away so Serati could strike. Of course, Hugot was aware of this. He ignored the daggers and let them hit his back. Thunk! Thunk! Being undead, such daggers barely even scratched him. ''Even if he is the future Martial King, right now he''s just a rookie.'' Hugot scoffed and refocused on Serati. But then, his body suddenly lurched. "Ugh!" Laven, now unarmed, had lunged and tackled Hugot''s legs! ''Wrestling, now?'' The massive, three-meter-tall figure collapsed to the ground. Even an undead creature wasn''t immune to the laws of physics. If you knock someone off balance, they''ll fall. And where did Hugot''s head end up? Right at Serati''s feet, within striking range of her brilliantly glowing aura sword. "A-ah!" It was inevitable that Hugot''s head was cleanly severed. Shing! With a simple slash, Serati decapitated him and couldn''t help but be impressed. ''Wow, that was quick thinking.'' Had Laven tried to tackle Hugot from the start, Hugot would have dodged. But by throwing the daggers first, he''d tricked Hugot into thinking the attack was inconsequential, setting up the perfect trap for the tackle. Of course, Laven still had his own necromancer to deal with. Turning his back on an enemy was a risky move, and he was about to pay for it. Whoosh! Tentacles shot out, wrapping around Laven''s limbs. But it didn''t matter. Serati, now free, was there. "Your turn to save me!" "On it!" Smiling, Serati swung her aura blade. The necromancer restraining Laven hesitated. ''Huh?'' His mission was to subdue Laven, but now Serati''s sword was coming right at him... Shing! The necromancer''s head flew into the air, just like Hugot''s. The remaining necromancers shouted in panic. "Lord Hugot!" "Mitchell!" But the real problem was that they had been barely holding off Baros. "Is this really the time to worry about them?" Once their balance was broken, it was a domino effect. Baros''s chain sword struck one of them, and Serati''s aura blade cut through the other. "Arrgh!" In just a few moments, both necromancers were reduced to corpses. Baros sheathed his sword and offered genuine praise. "As expected of Sir Laven. That was an excellent strategy." Laven, somewhat embarrassed, replied humbly. "I couldn''t just stand by and do nothing." It felt like a compliment, so Laven gave a modest response, but Baros''s words left him confused. ''As expected? He talks like he''s known me for a long time.'' In any case, Baros and Serati were now free. Laven quickly pointed to a part of the chapel. "That''s where our companions are trapped! Let''s go save them!" *** Demphis let out a bitter laugh, unable to believe what had just happened. "Haha..." Just a moment ago, everything had been going well. But in the blink of an eye, his forces had been wiped out? Of course, it wasn''t an irreparable situation. He could always bring them back later. It wasn''t like this was their first resurrection; as long as he patched up their corpses, they would more or less come back to life. Though they wouldn''t be in perfect condition. Still, for now, they were useless. He had lost all of his forces. And it wasn''t their fault. They had done their job well, holding off the others for this long. ''The problem lies with me.'' The real issue was that Demphis still hadn''t been able to deal with Karnak. Despite the overwhelming gap in skill. ''Why? Why is my mind so scattered like this?'' It felt as if he had fallen under the influence of some necromantic illusion. Without knowing the cause, there was no solution. ''Ah, I''ve been asking the wrong question.'' The important thing wasn''t why he was feeling like this now. ''Why didn''t I feel this way when I first faced him?'' Back then, he hadn''t intended to let Karnak live. He had planned to kill them all, without hesitation. ''That''s it. Back then, my killing intent was my focus.'' He steeled his resolve. He let go of all his curiosity and focused his mind on a single emotion. The swirling instability from his contract band began to settle down once more. The Arch Lich raised his golden wand into the air. "Fall down!" A vast storm of mana surged toward the fire spirit, El Ragnatia. This spell was on an entirely different level from what he had used before. BOOM! Having already expended a great deal of energy fighting the Ice Golem, the fire spirit was overwhelmed by the deluge of mana and couldn''t hold out any longer. "Aaaagh!" With a single strike, the fire spirit was forcibly unsummoned and vanished. ''Yes, this was the answer.'' The Arch Lich pointed his golden wand toward Karnak this time. "Die, human." He deliberately spoke aloud, as if to reaffirm his resolve. "I want nothing from you." As ashes swirled above the desecrated chapel, a colossal killing intent filled the air. "Perish, leaving neither body nor soul behind." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 164 - 163 Chapter 164: Chapter 163Dozens of flashes of mana filled the space in front of him. Calmly, Karnak cast necromancy. A curtain of darkness spread out, blocking the flashes. Boom! Boom! Boom! Explosions erupted in quick succession. The darkness flickered and rapidly began to crumble. Sweat dripped down Karnak''s brow. ''Ugh, I can''t hold on...'' Baros hurriedly jumped in. "Young Master!" Desperately, he drew his sword imbued with battle aura. But his red aura alone wasn''t enough to cut through those flashes of mana. "Taaah!" With a shout, Baros mustered all his remaining strength. His sword, imbued with battle aura, turned blue as he forcefully deflected the incoming blasts. Seeing this, Demphis''s eyes gleamed. ''Blue aura again?'' Curious. How does he switch between red and blue aura? That wasn''t the only strange thing. While his mastery seemed to reach as far as the purple or even silver level, his aura level was still on the lower side of red. In fact, that red-haired female had much more aura than him. Because of this, his aura fluctuated constantly. It turned red, then blue, as if something was malfunctioning. ''Wait, can an aura even malfunction?'' At that moment of curiosity, the brand on Demphis''s body trembled, and a mental restriction tightened around him. Demphis regained focus. ''Curiosity is forbidden.'' Now was the time to focus only on killing intent. "You, too, shall die." Arch Lich swung his right hand wide. Flames surged up like a tidal wave, swallowing Baros whole. Once again, Baros struck down with his blue sword. The blue aura clashed with the curtain of fire, causing a massive ripple. Boom! He held out for a moment, but it didn''t last long. His blue sword turned red again and soon faded entirely. Baros''s face turned pale. ''Kuh, is this the end?'' There was no choice. No matter how much of a legendary warrior he had been in his prime, no matter how profound his mastery, there was one thing he couldn''t overcome: time. Since his return, Baros had only managed to master his own aura after meeting Laficel, and that was less than three months ago. In fact, he had only been training as a knight for a little over a year. Even though he had grown several times faster than others, with so little time for training, he eventually hit a limit. The flames crept closer, threatening to consume Baros entirely. "Ugh, ugh!" Serati instinctively hurled herself forward. "Sir Baros!" Baros screamed at her in panic. "Stay back!" The magic was too strong for even him to handle. If she joined in, she''d only burn with him. Serati realized the danger too late. If Baros couldn''t stop the magic, what could she possibly do by jumping in? But she had already moved, and her sword was already slashing toward the flames. Her body moved faster than her thoughts, and her thoughts moved faster than her reason. ''Huh...'' A sensation surged through her body, flowing through her limbs. Her vision expanded, allowing her to perceive things she hadn''t before. As she swung her sword at the flames, Serati''s consciousness drifted aimlessly. ''This... I''ve experienced it before.'' What was it? What was it? What was it? In that brief moment, a beam of light pierced her mind. At the same time, her sword, imbued with battle aura, split the sea of flames. Boom! The divided flames scattered across the chapel. The ground beneath them trembled with the sound of the explosion. "...Dame Serati?" Baros looked at her¡ªno, at her sword¡ªwith wide eyes. "When did this happen?" Serati''s sword was now shining with a brilliant blue aura. *** Holding the blue sword, she muttered to herself. "Yeah, this is it..." It wasn''t the intense red aura that blazed like fire. It was a gentle blue aura, flowing like a river. Yet, within it, a fierce power of destruction lay dormant, much like a tempest brewing beneath the surface of calm waters. It was the same sensation Baros had felt when he temporarily inhabited her body. There was no doubt about it. At that moment, Serati had become a Blue Knight. With a shout, Serati charged at Demphis. "Taah!" Her body surged with energy. She felt like she could defeat anyone. Her blue sword aura sliced through the air, radiant. Demphis countered with magic. The curtain of darkness clashed repeatedly with the blue sword aura, sending shockwaves through the air. Boom! Boom! Boom! Unlike Baros, whose aura flickered, Serati''s aura was unwavering. She had always been qualified, but she had never awakened. Now that she had, her aura shone purely blue and maintained its destructive force steadily. [Wow, how nice...] Baros, watching her, expressed his honest envy. [Can''t deny age, huh?] Serati''s aggressive assault faltered momentarily. Age? What was that supposed to mean? But he wasn''t entirely wrong. While Baros surpassed Serati in almost every aspect, there was one area where she held a significant advantage: her aura. At 25 years old, Serati had spent much more time training her body. On top of that, she had awakened her aura when she was around 20, meaning she had been training it for over five years. Even for the former Death Knight Lord Baros, it was hard to overcome the gap between five years and three months of training. Though, it didn''t mean she appreciated the age comment. ''Ignore it! Ignore it!'' Without Baros''s sky-high mastery or experience, Serati pressed her advantage, relying on the irreplaceable asset of time. She charged across the ground, flipped through the air to dodge spells, and occasionally deflected attacks, all while keeping up a relentless assault. "Hah! Taaah! Taaah!" Her strike clashed against Demphis''s wand. The attack was strong enough that Demphis was pushed back a step, his wand trembling in his grip. But that was all. "Awakening, huh..." Demphis muttered in a bored tone. "I''ve witnessed something interesting." Curious, but not surprised. Aura awakenings often occurred in moments where life and death hung in the balance. "So, it''s just a blue aura in the end, huh?" A rainbow-colored energy surged from the Arch Lich''s entire body. It wasn''t necromantic power, but pure mana. The vast mana transformed into the elements of earth, water, fire, and wind, surrounding Serati from all sides. "Uwaaaagh!" Serati, who had been so confident just moments ago, rapidly paled. She thought she had the upper hand, but Demphis''s counterattack was overwhelmingly powerful! "Guh! Ugh! Ugh!" Serati barely managed to deflect the waves of fire, lightning, and frost, forced to retreat again and again. Within moments, her back was soaked with sweat. Demphis''s taunting voice reached her ears. "Did you think a mere Blue Knight could challenge a 9-circle master?" Awakening was impressive, but in the end, she had only just reached the blue level. The gap between her and Demphis remained vast. The only reason he had been cautious with her was because Baros was such an unpredictable opponent. And Demphis was always a cautious person by nature. "I examined you just in case, but you''re nothing special." Demphis aimed his wand, his blue eyes gleaming. "Now, die." A massive pressure weighed down on her shoulders. The word "death" rang in her mind with terrifying clarity. Unconsciously, Serati took a step back. ''Is this it? Am I going to die after just reaching a new level?'' As she fought to resist the overwhelming fear, a voice called out from behind her. "Well done, Serati!" It was Karnak, his voice filled with excitement. "You are our savior!" "What?" Serati was bewildered. Since meeting Karnak, it was the first time he had ever praised her so sincerely. Karnak exchanged a glance with Baros. ''Wait, why are they communicating with looks instead of telepathy?'' Then Baros jumped over to Karnak and bowed his head. In that moment, memories flashed through Serati''s mind. ''...No way!'' Indeed, the "no way" seemed to have an uncanny ability to materialize. Karnak placed his hand on Baros''s head and began chanting. "My servant, open your mind and accept this!" "You son of a¡ª" Her curse was cut off midway. Instead, her voice changed to that of a man. "Oh! Dame Serati, you''re truly amazing. This is incredible!" Karnak''s triumphant voice echoed through the cathedral. "Go forth, Serabaros!" *** The red-haired woman lightly shook her blue sword. Woooong! She¡ªno, Baros, now inhabiting Serati''s body¡ªgrinned. "If I put in a little more effort..." Flash! Blinding purple light filled the chapel. "I can even reach the purple level." Serati''s skill had grown significantly. So much so that her body could endure even greater exertion. Serati''s soul, trapped within her own body, could feel this too. ''This... this is the level of a Purple Knight...'' She marveled, but quickly regained her composure. This wasn''t the time to be enchanted by such things. ''Is this really okay? Didn''t you say doing this repeatedly was dangerous?'' ''Isn''t it better than dying right now?'' ''I mean, that''s true, but...'' It made sense. At first, she had cursed out of shock, but in hindsight, they had all been on the verge of death anyway. Finding any way to survive was the wisest choice. Even so, she couldn''t help but feel a little empty. ''I really thought I''d achieved something this time! I was finally feeling proud of myself!'' Regardless of how Serati felt, Baros seemed thrilled. "Hahaha! Now this is more like it!" Serati''s body charged at Demphis. Purple chains unfurled, and the sword aura stretched endlessly in the air. It was as if her sword aura was duplicating itself using pure energy. Ssss! Nine chains of sword aura surrounded Demphis on all sides. Every strike targeted a weak point, aiming directly at the Arch Lich''s vulnerabilities. "Hah!" Demphis summoned a mana shield around him, letting out a grunt of admiration. ''What is this? How is this possible?'' No, he couldn''t afford to think like that. ''Focus on the killing intent. Focus on the killing intent.'' Demphis reminded himself, counter attacking with magic. But the power of his spells had already diminished. He was consumed by curiosity. It gnawed at him, making it impossible to suppress. ''How is this happening? Why does it even feel... familiar?'' The brand on Demphis''s body trembled, and his attacks slowed significantly. And Baros, ever the seasoned warrior, seized the opening. [Young Master!] Karnak raised both his arms, as if waiting for this moment. [I know!] Even though Baros had reached the purple level, it still wasn''t enough to take on a 9-circle master. Though not a perfect comparison, a 9-circle master was usually on par with a Silver Knight. But! [If we don''t hold back, even this is possible!] Serati screamed internally. ''You jerks! This is my body! Be careful with it!'' Karnak unleashed all of the necromantic power he had been gathering. A massive shadow of darkness billowed into the air and engulfed Serati''s body. Whoooosh! Black flames surged forth. On the back of the beautiful woman sprouted menacing, jet-black wings. Her eyes burned red, dark horns protruded from her limbs, and shadows boiled at her feet like molten lava. ''What the¡ª? What''s happening to my body?'' Baros didn''t answer. Instead, he changed the subject. "With this, I can finally use my Death Knight techniques again." ''What happens if you use them?'' Serati''s body assumed a stance. A massive killing intent gathered like a spear aimed at the Arch Lich. ''Hello? Why aren''t you answering me?'' Demphis was in utter shock. ''This... this is...!'' It was an overwhelming, dark battle aura, rivaling that of a Silver Knight. At this rate, he could truly lose. S§×ar?h the N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. ''How is this possible?'' Yet, despite everything, he could not stop the trembling of his brand. As proven by his final thought, Demphis had failed to overcome his curiosity. Baros stepped forward. Darkness flowed like light. In just a single step, the distance between them was reduced to nothing. And with that, the dark sword was swung down. ¡ªHeaven-defying Sword, Cleaving Life and Death! The golden wand shattered, the curtain of darkness was torn apart, and the power of darkness scattered into the air. Baros''s strike, cleaving through everything, landed on Demphis''s chest. Boom! From the shattered heart of the Arch Lich, countless shadows and souls erupted. "Kuuaaaaaaaagh!" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 165 - 164 Chapter 165: Chapter 164Laven stared blankly at the scene before him. "..." One absurd thing after another kept happening. An evil spirit tried to take over his body, but it turned out that the spirit was actually himself? Then, his comrade, who he thought was part of the King''s Order from a neighboring country, turned out to be a necromancer who saved him using the power of darkness? And as a result, he became the necromancer''s servant? Even just that much was enough to make his head spin, but the situation that followed went beyond all reason. The mannerisms of Serati, who had been struggling against Demphis, suddenly changed to that of a man, and she suddenly became a Purple Knight! ''A red-class warrior surpassing blue and reaching purple in a single day?'' In the entire history of known Martial Kings, there had never been such a case. Even Emile, let alone his father, Gallard, the Martial King of their time, hadn''t achieved anything like this. ''Who exactly are these people?'' Karnak, the mage from the King''s Order, wielded necromantic power so flawlessly that even a 9th-circle master Arch Lich was no match for him. Serati, the genius chosen by the heavens, had ascended two aura awakening stages in a single day. Laven''s highest evaluation of Baros suddenly made him seem like the most ordinary person in the group. And it wasn''t even over yet. Serati, who had reached purple-level, suddenly emitted darkness from her entire body and transformed once more. Then, she defeated the legendary Arch Lich in a single blow! ''My God...'' Laven groaned as he watched Demphis fall. None of the sights before him seemed real. It was all just too confusing. *** Baros''s soul began to leave Serati''s body. Serati, having regained control of her body, collapsed to the ground. "Ugh! Argh!" It felt similar to when she''d had her body taken over before. After such intense strain, her whole body hurt like crazy, as expected. But one improvement from before was that now she could use aura to ease the pain. ''Ugh, I need to circulate my aura...'' Following the method she had learned from Baros, she diligently manipulated her aura to perform some emergency treatment, and finally, the pain subsided. As she staggered to her feet, Baros awkwardly scratched the back of his head. "Are you alright? Does it hurt a lot?" After taking over her body without warning, it was natural for Baros to feel guilty if he had any conscience left. Sighing, Serati nodded. "I can bear it." "I''m sorry. The situation was just too urgent..." "We survived, so it''s fine." Of course, in this world, there were those without even that minimal sense of guilt. "Wait a minute, Serati." Karnak frowned as he spoke. "You cursed at me earlier, didn''t you?" He hadn''t forgotten the harsh words Serati had thrown at him before. Completely ignoring the fact that he had committed worse things. But Serati''s reaction was unexpected. Instead of denying it, she smiled at him. "You did well earlier, Lord Karnak." Karnak''s eyes widened at the sudden compliment. "Huh? Me?" It seemed he was aware that he hadn''t done anything worthy of praise. "Yes. If you hadn''t acted that way, we all would have died." "Well, yeah, that''s true." Karnak scratched the back of his head, feeling awkward. But Serati''s expression suddenly became serious. "But this is the last time, right?" "What is?" "Possession. This is the last time, right?" Frequent possessions drive the host''s soul mad. Baros had already possessed Serati''s body twice. If it happened again, it would likely cause irreversible damage to her soul. "Yes, it would be dangerous to attempt it again." "I''m not saying never do it again. If everyone''s lives are on the line and there''s no other choice, then we should do whatever it takes. I understand that." But it was important to recognize this. It was an act of saving Karnak''s life at the cost of sacrificing Serati. "If you don''t want to live like you used to, you should be aware of the consequences of your actions, Lord Karnak. For your own soul''s sake." It wasn''t something to take lightly. Karnak''s face also turned serious. "Understood. I''ll remember that." Serati''s solemn expression softened. sea??h th§× N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Then it''s fine. After all, thanks to you, Lord Karnak, we''re all alive, aren''t we?" "Thank you for understanding." "You''re welcome. Even though the situation left us no choice, I''ve gained a lot from becoming your servant. I am grateful for that." With a playful wink, she smiled brightly. "And as much as I''m grateful, I''ll do my best to offer you good advice." "I see." Karnak smiled back at her. Somehow, it put him in a good mood. Though, there was still a hint of discomfort lingering. ''Wait, am I forgetting something?'' As Serati turned her back and sighed in relief, she thought to herself. ''Phew, I got away with that double curse just fine.'' But to avoid it resurfacing later, she quickly changed the subject. Serati pointed at the fallen Demphis, whose overwhelming darkness and evil spirits were now almost entirely gone. "What are you planning to do with the Arch Lich now?" Karnak, who had been waiting for the darkness to dissipate, replied. "I''m still thinking." As he spoke, Karnak approached. "If it were the old me, I''d have branded him with a seal of domination without thinking twice." But things are different now. "And it''s not just about trying to live differently than before..." It wasn''t like he had the ability to dominate an Arch Lich in his current state. "Right now, there''s no way I can impose my dominance over an Arch Lich." So, the best course was to extract some information and then obliterate his soul. However, even that wasn''t going to be easy. Archlich is a fusion of power and spiritual energy, making them formidable even in a soul form. Simply using necromancy wouldn''t be enough to control them easily. "I''ll check him out and decide from there." Karnak extended his hand toward the skeleton on the ground, his expression grim. "If things seem dangerous, I''ll forgo the information and just go straight to destroying him." As he sent a wave of darkness to examine Demphis''s condition, something caught his attention. ''Huh?'' Something strange was there. ''A brand of contract?'' Someone had carved a powerful brand into Demphis''s soul. ''It''s not mine, but it feels like something was there before...'' What puzzled Karnak even more was that the brand was eerily similar to one he had once placed on Demphis. Same spell, same position, same target. Even the necromantic power and the ritual formula used to place the brand were identical. There was only one difference. The name of the one who had placed the brand. ''Tesranak...'' It was like finding a contract with a different signature on the same document. ''How could it be this similar?'' At any rate, this opened up another possibility. ''If I just change the name, I could make him my slave.'' It was within the range of what Karnak''s current necromantic power could handle. It was worth trying. ''If it works out, I''ll gain a useful servant and some valuable information about the Dark God''s cult and Tesranak.'' And if he failed? ''I''ll just destroy him and be done with it.'' Rolling up his sleeves, Karnak extended his hand toward the brand. "Alright, let''s do this!" As he infused the mark with his necromantic power, he focused. "In the name of the Lord of Darkness, Karnak Jestarad, I command you..." But just as he began to tamper with Tesranak''s brand, something surprising happened. ''Huh?'' It was too easy. It felt like all the rights of the contract were naturally transferring to him as if the mark had been his from the start. "Uuuh..." With a faint groan, Demphis''s scattered bones began to reassemble. The skeleton reformed in midair, and the spiritual energy of the Arch Lich wrapped around it. "My lord, master of my soul..." The resurrected Demphis knelt before Karnak. "Please, command me. I shall obey..." *** Laven couldn''t help but laugh dryly. "Hah, hahah..." As if things weren''t confusing enough, now the fallen Arch Lich had risen again and was swearing allegiance to Karnak? Laven had been holding back out of respect for the tense atmosphere, but now he was reaching his limit. "Who exactly are you people?" Serati gave him a knowing look. Though Laven was trying to remain calm, his voice trembled. ''I understand that feeling more than anyone,'' she thought. Just as she was empathizing, Laven fixed her with a sharp gaze. "Especially you, Dame Serati. Who exactly are you?" "...Me?" "Yes! Who are you? Are you perhaps some demon descended upon this land?" Serati glanced at Karnak and Baros, dumbfounded. ''Do I look more suspicious than these guys?'' Was there really no one left in this world for him to compare her to other than them? But after hearing his next question, she realized that maybe he had a point. "Or were you always a purple knight and just hiding it this whole time?" "Oh, that..." From an outsider''s perspective, everything must have looked incredibly unbelievable. Karnak and Baros exchanged knowing looks and shrugged. "Well, since Laven''s already one of us, there''s no need to hide it, right?" "Yeah, might as well explain everything now." Even Demphis, noticing the atmosphere, raised his hand hesitantly. "To be honest, I''m quite curious about it myself..." His insatiable curiosity had led him to his defeat, after all. The blue flames in Arch Lich''s eyes flickered violently. "Who exactly are you people?" The one who would have become the Martial King in the future, and the one who had returned from that future, both stared directly at him. Karnak thought for a moment. How could he explain things quickly and concisely? He soon found the easiest solution. "Serati!" "Huh? You want me to explain?" "I think you''re better at this than I am." Indeed. It was easier to leave it to the subordinate. "After all, this is about dealing with people, right? You''ll do a better job than me." "Really?" She hesitated for a moment, then realized. This was going to be a very hard explanation to start. "Uh, so..." After thinking for a bit, Serati awkwardly pointed at Karnak. "He once tried to conquer the world..." Then, she gestured toward Baros. "And he helped with that, apparently?" Before she knew it, her explanation had become nearly identical to the one she''d been told earlier. Karnak and Baros chuckled to themselves. "See? It''s not so easy to explain, is it?" "Even Dame Serati struggles with it." Naturally, Laven''s reaction was much the same as before. With a serious expression, he frowned. "I''m asking you this in all seriousness..." And Demphis added in a solemn tone, looking at Karnak. "If you doubt me, you already know that there''s no need for suspicion." Serati gave a bitter smile and continued. "Please, just listen for now." The explanation that followed was more or less the same. Karnak, the illegitimate son of a fallen noble family, who had learned necromancy, along with Baros, his former servant. The story of how the two had caused trouble, been chased, and grown in power until they became the enemies of the entire continent. How they had succeeded in conquering the world as Astra Spiritus, and eventually used space-time regression to regain their lost humanity. As the brief explanation concluded, Laven frowned. "That makes no sense... You''re from the future...?" Unlike Serati, Laven wasn''t interested in the typical tales of heroism found in the streets. Naturally, stories like this were hard for him to accept. On the other hand, Demphis, who had also come from the future, had a different line of questioning. "That''s strange. In the future I came from, neither of you existed." Karnak, unsurprised, asked him, "But you have an idea why, don''t you?" Demphis nodded. "Yes." Indeed, there had been someone in the future who had such an overlapping history. The god of death, Tesranak. "If the story is true..." The Arch Lich, with his skeletal body, turned to face Baros, the golden-haired knight. "Then you are Tesranak." Karnak''s group simultaneously widened their eyes. "Huh?" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 166 - 165 Chapter 166: Chapter 165The God of Darkness and Death, Tesranak. There are many strange aspects to his actions. He wields the Darkness of Doom like Karnak, controls those Karnak once ruled, and commits the same kinds of atrocities Karnak would have done. At this point, even a fool would suspect that there''s some close connection between him and Karnak. "Yeah, if we''re talking about closeness, there is certainly a closeness, but..." Karnak looked at his servant with a dazed expression. "I didn''t expect it to be this close?" Baros shook his head. "Me, Tesranak? Instead of you, young master? That makes no sense..." Demphis, speaking politely, continued the conversation. "It''s only based on what that woman explained. From my perspective, however..." The Arch Lich''s gaze turned toward Karnak. "I feel the presence of my former master, Tesranak, within you, Lord Karnak." Even if the brand of domination changes, loyalty doesn''t flip in an instant like turning your palm over. Memories remain, and one should suffer from contradictions for a while. Normally, a psychological suppression is applied to change loyalty gradually. But Demphis was different. As soon as the brand''s master changed, his loyalty shifted instantly. Though the memories of his loyalty to Tesranak remained intact, they all felt like illusions. "In fact, it feels like I''ve returned to my rightful place." And yet, he identified Baros, not Karnak, as Tesranak. Why? "First, let''s confirm this before anything else." With a serious expression, Karnak asked: "Just who was Tesranak anyway?" Demphis understood Karnak''s question perfectly. Not ''who is he,'' but ''who was he''? The question asked for an explanation from the past, in order. "I don''t know much either, but..." The Arch Lich bowed deeply. "I will explain everything I know." *** Tesranak wasn''t always the God of Death. Before he gained his authority and power, he was born as the lowly son of a mere human. "There''s little known about Tesranak''s childhood." It''s said he was born the son of a peasant somewhere in the Western part of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance, and became an orphan at a young age, living as a servant to the young lord of a noble family. "Tesranak''s life changed because of the master he served." Tesranak''s master was an illegitimate child of a noble family. Having grown up oppressed by his parents and siblings, his resentment festered until he stumbled upon necromancy and devised a plan to take revenge on his family. People often think necromancy requires no talent. And that''s true. Unlike aura or magic, where one can''t even begin without talent, necromancy can be easily started by anyone and quickly mastered. But, saying it requires no talent doesn''t mean talent is useless. Of course, having talent gives one an advantage. And the talent for necromancy is completely different from that for magic, divine power, or aura. What society considers a "lacking in humanity" is actually considered talent in necromancy. Tesranak''s master was a born necromancer and soon became a monster. With his newfound power, he bared his fangs at the family that had oppressed him. "Tesranak faithfully served his master, assisting him with the utmost sincerity." Finally, his master seized control of the family. But the glory didn''t last long. Tesranak''s master, intoxicated by the power of necromancy, didn''t realize how severe its side effects were. Isn''t there a saying that if the tail grows too long, it will be stepped on? Eventually, his identity was exposed to the Seven Goddesses'' Church. Forced to abandon the family he''d barely taken over, he had to flee from the Church. Tesranak, too, followed his master, wandering the world without a home. *** "This..." Karnak tilted his head repeatedly. "This is exactly like our story." Baros was no different. "It really is our story." "But why are you the one in Tesranak''s position?" "According to this story, Tesranak hadn''t even mastered necromancy yet, right?" "That part comes later in the story." Demphis grumbled in his flat tone, clearly displeased about being interrupted mid-explanation. With a chuckle, Karnak urged him to continue. "Go on." *** After that, Tesranak and his master wandered the continent, hiding their identities. The Church of the Seven Goddesses pursued them relentlessly, and much blood was shed in the process. During this time, Tesranak''s master grew stronger. His evil deeds grew more heinous. Finally, the two faced an adversary they couldn''t handle. Gallard, the Martial King of Delphiad, and his eldest son and heir, the next Martial King and genius of the era, Emile Strauss, targeted them. After an intense pursuit, Emile tracked them down. A brutal battle ensued, and the outcome was decided. Tesranak''s master was indeed a powerful necromancer. Emile, Gallard''s son, couldn''t surpass the great power of darkness and met his death. But the cost was steep. Tesranak''s master was also mortally wounded in his fight with Emile Strauss. Although he won, he could no longer live. *** Karnak and Baros both jumped up in surprise. "What?! I die?" "Looks like it." Demphis, once again interrupted, gave Karnak a sidelong glare. Though, of course, only metaphorically¡ªhe was an Arch Lich without eyes. "Shall I just submit this in writing?" Baros looked at Demphis anew. Even though he was bound by the brand of domination to be loyal to Karnak, he still stubbornly argued. It was a familiar sight in the Necropia Empire. ''That really is the Governor Demphis I know.'' Karnak waved his hand. "Sorry, go on." *** As he lay dying, Tesranak''s master spoke to him: My loyal servant, take my body and soul. And continue my vengeance upon this world! Rule over all death and darkness, and bring pain and terror to every living thing! Tearfully, Tesranak vowed: "I shall, my lord!" Thus, his master died, and Tesranak consumed his master''s flesh and blood. Death embraced him, and darkness settled within him. His master''s soul lived on within Tesranak. His master''s knowledge lived on within Tesranak. His master''s power lived on within Tesranak. Thus, Tesranak became a new necromancer and dark swordsman, stepping alone into the world... *** Karnak declared definitively: "Nope, that''s not me." Baros had the same reaction. "Yeah, that''s not you, young master." Asking someone to continue vengeance on their behalf? What nonsense! If anything, he would have demanded to be revived by any means necessary. "No way I''d say something like that. I''d rather tell them to find a way to bring me back." Serati, who had been listening nearby, chimed in. "Maybe that''s what really happened? And Tesranak just took the power and washed his hands of the promise." "Now that sounds more plausible." Karnak glared at Baros. "You villain." Baros, feeling wronged, protested. "I''m not Tesranak! Besides, why would I eat you, young master?" "True." "There are plenty of better things in the world to eat than someone as filthy as you, young master." "That was the reason?" Though they joked about it, the situation wasn''t entirely without basis. "If it was a matter of life and death, and there was no other way, then..." Baros shrugged. "I might just close my eyes and do it." "Good thing I''m still alive, then." Meanwhile, Demphis, once again interrupted, simply stared at Karnak in silence. "..." Feeling awkward, Karnak said: "Sorry, I''ll keep quiet now." But Demphis wasn''t looking at him because of the interruptions. "Interesting." "What is?" "You''re nothing like Tesranak, Lord Karnak." Though their deeds might seem similar, their personalities and way of speaking bore no resemblance. "Really?" "Sir Baros doesn''t resemble him either." Karnak and Baros exchanged glances. "He is a mix of the two of us. Maybe that''s why." "Does that even make sense?" "When necromancy is involved, a lot of things that don''t make sense start making sense." "Well, I suppose that''s true..." Clicking his tongue, Baros turned to Demphis. "So, what happened next?" *** The Church of the Seven Goddesses continued to pursue Tesranak. And each time, they suffered great losses. Tesranak had become a powerful necromancer and dark swordsman, a monster too formidable for the Church to handle alone. But life wasn''t easy for Tesranak either. With increasing pressure from the world, he realized the necessity of expanding his forces. He gathered followers wherever he could. He wielded the power of darkness to raise the dead, enlisted high-level undead as his subordinates, and drew hidden monsters to his side. It was during this time that he found the remains of the former court mage Dallas in the Barakant Mountains and resurrected him as an Arch Lich. "It was then that I was given the name Demphis." At the same time, Tesranak never forgot his master''s revenge. Countless humans died painfully. Then, they were resurrected to spread even more suffering. He even unleashed a special plague. It was so devastating that it affected not only humans but also crops, with the disease infecting everything. Countless people died from illness, starvation, or fought and killed each other over the few remaining scraps of food. S~ea??h the Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Eventually, the Seven Kingdoms Alliance crumbled. The last bastion, Delphiad, fell when its Martial King, Laven Strauss, was defeated and became Tesranak''s servant. With the situation spiraling out of control, even the Lacaenia Empire couldn''t stand idly by any longer. The strong among humanity rose up to confront Tesranak. But the result was the same. The once-mighty imperial army was crushed by the army of the dead, and the imperial court mage Elezar submitted to Tesranak''s control. The survivors fled to the east, barely clinging to life. With most of the continent under his control, Tesranak became known as the Death King, the ruler of the dead. The only remaining force of humanity¡ªthe only force of the living¡ªwas the Verus Federation, a coalition of dragonkind and fairy race. The survivors and those who fled joined forces. The dragons, the fairies, and humans, along with the two remaining Archmages and the three Martial Kings, united to fight Tesranak''s empire. It was truly a battle between light and darkness. No matter how powerful Tesranak, the Death King, was, he couldn''t withstand the collective force of the world. Finally, he abandoned the last shred of his humanity. He performed the ultimate forbidden art and became the Ultimate Transcendent Being, Astra Spiritus. *** "Wait, he became Astra Spiritus because of the joint attack of the Archmages and Martial Kings?" Karnak interrupted Demphis''s story with a question. "Then what about the Dragon Emperor?" "Huh?" "You know, Dragon Emperor Grateria. The world''s guardian." This situation seemed different from Karnak''s own experience. Karnak had only become Astra Spiritus due to the intervention of Grateria, not because of the Archmages and Martial Kings. "Grateria...?" Demphis asked in a confused tone. "Who is that?" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 167 - 166 Chapter 167: Chapter 166The Dragon Emperor Grateria. The strongest dragon on earth, blessed by the Seven Goddesses with the fate of protection. "You don''t know about the Dragon Emperor?" At Karnak''s question, Demphis, baffled by the lack of understanding, asked back. "How can dragons have an emperor?" In fact, this was more common sense. Though the alliance of dragons, elves, and dwarves is called the Verus Federation, they do not have a distinct political structure like the Seven Kingdoms Alliance or the Lacaenia Empire. Originally, nations start as tribal or city-states and gradually evolve into feudal systems or centralized governments. Currently, the Seven Kingdoms Alliance is feudal, and the Lacaenia Empire is partially centralized. But the Verus Federation was different. Elves and dwarves still maintained a tribal and city-state system. The reason was simple. Their lifespans were too long. What was several generations for humans was merely a few generations for elves and dwarves. As a result, changes in their national systems were naturally slow. And dragons didn''t even live together at all. Dragons begin as beasts, then grow into intelligent beings like humans or elves, eventually aging into wise sages. In their youth and adulthood, dragons are beasts driven by instinct, wielding immense mana and physical strength without reason. They don''t establish nations for geopolitical reasons like humans, but rather choose their habitats for ecological reasons, like wild animals. Even mating, driven by instinct, occurs during this period. In middle age, they gain intelligence and learn language and reason. But they are still a species without social needs, so they rarely interact with their own kind unless there is a special reason. In old age, they shut themselves in their lairs and spend most of their time in the "Dragon Sleep." Most dragon habitats are scattered like dots between the territories of elves and dwarves. While the expansive land they inhabit in the eastern continent is called the "Verus Federation," there is no political contract between the dragons and the elves. There was no need for such a contract either. The dragon habitats themselves formed a massive natural barrier, preventing the Lacaenia Empire''s invasions, and the elves rarely dared to provoke the dragons. Thus, the concept of a dragon nation simply doesn''t exist, nor does the idea of a Dragon Emperor. "Well, it''s more of a nickname, actually, but..." The title of Dragon Emperor was given to Grateria because of his overwhelming strength and greatness as a dragon. It wasn''t that he held any real authority. "If Grateria decided to act, there was no one strong enough to stop him, so in a way, he was an emperor in all but name..." Karnak, mumbling, glanced at Baros. "Come to think of it, we only found out much later that there was such a thing as a Dragon Emperor, didn''t we?" "That''s right. Grateria only appeared after all the human forces had been defeated." The guardian Grateria usually remains in a deep Dragon Sleep, only awakening when the world faces destruction. In other words, unless the world is on the verge of annihilation, he doesn''t interfere. Even events like the Lacaenia founding war and the early Western Continent war of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance were just "petty human squabbles" from the perspective of the Dragon Emperor. As a result, there are almost no records of him in human history. At most, distant legends and myths handed down from ancient times. "On the flip side..." Serati, who had been listening, asked in disbelief. "Are you saying that what Lord Karnak did was of mythic or legendary proportions?" Karnak shrugged. "When I do something, I do it right." "That''s not a compliment!" In any case, what Tesranak had done could certainly be compared to Karnak''s deeds. But in Tesranak''s case, the Dragon Emperor didn''t appear. "Maybe Grateria doesn''t exist in that world?" "Or maybe Tesranak took out the Dragon Emperor first. If he dealt with him before the world knew, it makes sense that Governor Demphis wouldn''t know about it." "That would mean he killed that monster before becoming Astra Spiritus. But how on earth?" "That''s another problem, isn''t it?" Karnak and Baros pondered intensely but couldn''t come up with a clear guess. "Anyway, Tesranak only became Astra Spiritus to defeat the combined assault of the Archmages and the Martial Kings, right? So he''s weaker than the young master." "It''s not that Tesranak was weaker than me. I would have had no chance if they had all teamed up against me, too." When Karnak, in his human body, took down the three Archmages and the Four Martial Kings, it was only by targeting them one by one. He hadn''t allowed those insanely strong beings to join forces. And there was a reason for that. "Tesranak was alone, but we had two." The Death King Karnak had the most reliable, strongest swordsman on earth by his side¡ªDeath Knight Lord Baros. "Of course, back then you were probably ranked around fourth on the planet and not yet a Death Knight, but still, you were a useful subordinate." "If you''re going to compliment me, why not just do it without adding conditions?" Had Karnak been alone, no matter how powerful he was, he wouldn''t have been able to manage all of them simultaneously. But with Baros, they could launch diversionary tactics. "But in the end, both Tesranak and I became Astra Spiritus. Yet, the Dragon Emperor didn''t appear on his side?" Karnak rested his chin in thought. "Did things turn out differently for him afterward?" Demphis, who had been quietly waiting, spoke up again. "After becoming Astra Spiritus, Tesranak transformed into the God of Death, and from that point on, there was no one left to stop him..." *** All three Archmages became Tesranak''s subordinates. Three of the Four Martial Kings also joined him. Only Laficel, the Martial King of Syphras, managed to escape, continuing a weak resistance. But it was like a dying flame. In the end, even she was defeated. The last hero of humanity fell into the hands of darkness, her body and soul torn apart, her fate cruelly displayed before all. Even the authority of the Seven Goddesses faded from this world, leaving the God of Death as the undisputed ruler. No one could stand in his way anymore. For decades, Tesranak reigned supreme as the Death King and God of Death. Then, one day, Tesranak made a declaration. ¨CI was the one who ruled over death. ¨CIt took 100 years for me to realize this. ¨CTo become the true God of Darkness, I must rule not just death, but life as well! Baros couldn''t help but snicker. "Pfft!" That sounded all too familiar. Wasn''t that the same kind of thing Karnak used to rant about? "But this one sounds more impressive. Honestly, young master, you always sounded so petty..." "Shut up, Baros." "Yes, sir!" As the two bickered, Demphis cautiously asked. "Uh, have you two finished your conversation?" By now, Demphis had grown accustomed to their antics and didn''t even get angry anymore. In fact, it felt strangely familiar, as if it had been this way for a long time. ''Why does this feel so natural to me?'' It was almost as if he had been dealing with these two bickering fools for ages. In any case, Demphis cleared his throat. "Then I''ll continue." Karnak and Baros''s expressions turned serious. From here on, it was a story they didn''t know. *** As Tesranak transformed into the ultimate undead, he fully grasped the power of darkness and death. But in exchange, he became increasingly distant from light and life. This was his dissatisfaction. He wanted to control everything in the world, and the domains of the goddesses were no exception. How could he become the absolute being, governing both life and death, and all the fate of the world? He pondered and researched endlessly. Finally, he found a clue. ''If I return to a living body, and in that state, obtain the power of light equal to that of darkness...'' However, realizing this was far from easy. Simply stealing the body of another living being wasn''t enough to maintain the perfection of Astra Spiritus. Nevertheless, the God of Death eventually found the answer. ''If I use my own body as the base, it''s possible.'' The problem was that Tesranak had long since discarded his original body. So, he turned his gaze to the past. If he transcended time and possessed his body from the past, he could achieve his long-cherished goal! The research continued. There were failures. But he didn''t despair. sea??h th§× N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Having already gained immortality, time was a meaningless resource for him. He could waste as much of it as needed on new attempts. Finally, the ultimate spell to transcend time and space was completed. Standing before a dark red monolith, Tesranak thought to himself. ''With this, I can return to the past. But even this isn''t perfect.'' The monolith could only send his soul back in time. Of course, since his body as Astra Spiritus was made of spiritual energy, this spell could send both his soul and his power to the past. But that would separate his soul from his power. ''That would be problematic.'' He hadn''t developed this spell just to return to being a powerless servant, wailing for his lost master. ''What should I do?'' He found the answer. The separation of his soul and power occurred because his soul had a place to reside, but his power did not. While it wouldn''t violate the laws of the world for Tesranak''s soul to possess his past body, the power of Astra Spiritus was too vast. The moment it forcibly intervened in the past, it would be met with resistance. ''The best way to maximize the power of necromancy is through dispersion.'' Rather than immediately initiating the time regression, he would remain in a subspace, maintaining the union of his soul and power. Then, in that state, he would slowly disperse his power into the past, gradually spreading darkness across the world. In doing so, he would prepare a place for his arrival. ''With this, it''s possible.'' However, there was still a problem with this plan. In the past, the Seven Goddesses were still alive. The Church of the Seven Goddesses, humanity, dragons, and elves all remained intact. Even if he dispersed darkness into this world, it would likely be purged quickly. He needed beings who could return to the past first and spread darkness for him. *** "The spell to transcend time and space didn''t exist before Tesranak. Naturally, there was no certainty it would work." According to Demphis, before sending his loyal servants back, Tesranak conducted preliminary experiments. "He sent souls that, though strong enough to withstand time regression, were expendable." The soul of a human hero who had resisted until the end, someone whose powerful soul Tesranak couldn''t subjugate. "The Martial King of Syphras, Laficel Crot¨¦um." Laficel''s soul successfully crossed the boundary of time and returned to the past. Though Tesranak had no way of knowing what happened to her afterward, just confirming that it had worked was enough. "After that, he moved in earnest." To prepare for Tesranak''s descent, it wasn''t enough to rely solely on the powers of darkness, death, and necromancy. He also needed to harmonize with the powers that already filled the world¡ªmana, aura, and divine power. Thus, the three chosen for the vanguard were selected. The Archmage representing mana, Elezar de Reflacion. The Martial King representing aura, Dreltain Telix. And the fallen Pope of the Sun, Zedex Thieland, representing divine power. [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 168 - 167 Chapter 168: Chapter 167After confirming the success of Laficel''s experiment, Tesranak sent the three vanguard members back into the past. The designated space-time regression coordinate was this very moment. It was the point when his master had been killed by Emile Strauss, and Tesranak inherited the powers, becoming the new necromancer. It was the same case for Karnak. Since they transcended space-time using necromantic power, the same contact point had to exist in the targeted past. "But I heard the three vanguards ended up returning to very different times," Demphis continued, shaking his head. "In Laficel''s case, we can''t even figure out the situation, so we don''t know at which point in time they regressed." The departure times for the vanguards from the future were nearly simultaneous. However, the times they arrived in the past varied. Archmage Elezar returned to five years ago from the present. The fallen Pope of the Sun, Zedex Thieland, went back seven years. And Dreltain Telix reportedly regressed over ten years into the past compared to the current timeline. "Ten years?" Baros, who had been listening, turned in surprise to Karnak. "Is it possible to have such a large error?" "In theory, it makes sense..." Setting space-time regression coordinates could be compared to drawing a wide target board based on the moment one mastered necromancy. "Shooting an arrow doesn''t necessarily mean it''ll hit dead center every time, does it?" In reality, both Karnak and Baros had missed their exact target time slightly and returned two months later than intended. Of course, ten years was excessive, but since Tesranak wasn''t sending himself, it made sense that the margin of error would be greater. "It''s like using a crossbow bolt on a longbow string. Naturally, the accuracy would decrease," Karnak explained. Baros asked again, "So does that mean, young master, that you could have returned to a time before you mastered necromantic power?" Karnak shook his head. "That''s not the case." Since necromantic power was the anchor, his past self also had to possess it. "But in this case, Tesranak wasn''t sending himself but others." In such cases, the margin of error between past and future could widen. "For instance, you, Baros, only regressed because you were along for the ride with me, with no connection to necromantic power." "Oh, right." Demphis, sensing their hesitation, smoothly continued the explanation. "I''ll continue then." *** Until the three vanguards gathered, Tesranak''s plan couldn''t proceed. Moreover, Dreltain from ten years ago wasn''t the Martial King yet. Zedex, who would become the Pope of Latiel in the future, was still just an ordinary cleric at this point. As seen in Baros'' case, even with the soul of someone possessing experience and prowess from the future, overcoming the limitations of the body takes time. Both were preoccupied with gaining power and couldn''t make overt moves. However, Elezar was different. At the time of her return, she was already an archmage and the Imperial Mage of the Empire. "Thus, the plan began to unfold five years ago." Elezar used her imperial authority to start her work behind the scenes. The two who arrived earlier could only establish their forces after receiving her assistance. The Church of the Dark God was founded, and the faith in Tesranak, the god of death, quietly spread across the continent. Once all three vanguards had secured their positions, Tesranak moved on to the next phase of his plan. He opened space-time and attempted to regress himself as well. "However, he didn''t return directly to the past." While Karnak only sent his soul and abandoned his powers, which allowed him to travel to the past without issue, Tesranak wanted to retain all his power. Unable to abandon Astra Spiritus'' power, Tesranak first settled in a void, scattering his power across the past world. This was known as the "Event of the Darkness of Doom." As Tesranak''s powers spread throughout the world, the Church of the Dark God grew even stronger. They collected the darkness of doom, bestowed it upon their followers, expanded their influence, and further shrouded the world in darkness. "Naturally, the world didn''t just sit back and take it." A prophecy was delivered to the Church of the Seven Goddesses. The entire world united to fight against the coming doom. But the wise god of death, Tesranak, had anticipated everything and prepared accordingly. Before sending the three vanguards, he had already taught them how to fuse Astra Spiritus'' power with their existing powers. Thanks to this, even powerful individuals who became followers of the Dark God could retain their aura, mana, or divine power while becoming necromancers. This proved highly effective in expanding the cult''s influence. No matter how powerful a mage, aura user, or even a cleric might be, few could remain indifferent in the face of pain and death. Moreover, this wasn''t the only measure Tesranak had in place. The three vanguards were just that¡ªa vanguard. This meant that there was still a main force and a follow-up force to come. These were individuals who had once been the strongest among humanity but were now loyal subjects of Necropia, the empire of the dead. Tesranak planned to regress them too, to help resist the opposition of the past. "However, there remained a tricky problem." When regressing his followers, he couldn''t predict which point in time they would arrive at. Without accurately pinpointing the timing, the plan could not proceed properly. "To solve this, Tesranak bestowed further knowledge upon the three vanguards." When a ship is trying to reach a harbor but can''t find its way due to a storm, it must dock roughly near the shore. But if you want the ship to hit the mark, you need a lighthouse in front of the harbor to guide it. The knowledge Tesranak provided was how to build a "space-time lighthouse" in that harbor called the past. Demphis fished out something from his pocket. "This is it." It was a shiny, pitch-black cube, swirling with dark patterns on its surface. "It is a fragment of the Transcendent Space-Time Monolith, a temporal beacon that designates a specific point in the space-time coordinates, reverse temporal transcendent device." Karnak and his companions all froze at the sight. "Huh?" "That thing..." They had all seen it before. Karnak also took out an identical black cube from his pocket. "This, right?" Now it was Demphis'' turn to be shocked. "How does Lord Karnak have that? Did you make it yourself?" "No, not really..." Karnak pondered briefly. How should he explain this? A strange witch had been rampaging around, so he dealt with her, and this appeared? "Give it to me for now." Despite the sudden request, Demphis obediently complied, handing it over without hesitation. "Here you go." Karnak alternated between looking at the two cubes, letting out a sigh. "You''re telling me this has something to do with the space-time monolith?" Even though he had reached the pinnacle of necromancy and personally crafted the space-time monolith, he had no clue about the origin of this cube. No matter how skilled a watchmaker one might be, they''d still have to open the watch to examine its insides, right? The darkness was compressed too tightly to unravel and examine properly. ''But with a second sample...'' Baros quietly asked from beside him. "Did you figure something out, young master?" "Let''s hear the rest of the story first. I need to organize this information." *** With the knowledge of the reverse temporal transcendent device, the three vanguards, now saints of the cult of the Dark God, were able to guide Tesranak''s main force from the future. However, creating the reverse temporal transcendent device came with its own issues. It was something no living being could create. "That makes sense." Karnak, listening to the story, nodded as if it were obvious. "If it''s a regression ritual related to the space-time monolith, living beings shouldn''t be able to interact with it. That''s the logical theory." Demphis continued. "But the three vanguards couldn''t abandon their living bodies." As the top leadership of the cult of the Dark God, they were tasked with spreading the faith across the continent. To do so, they had to maintain their outward identities. "It wouldn''t do for Archmage Elezar to suddenly appear as a zombie, would it?" Instead, they needed someone capable of creating the reverse temporal transcendent device¡ªsomeone undead. Unfortunately, in the current era, no such individual existed. "But in the future, they did." Demphis pointed to himself. "That would be us." The four governors of the Necropia Empire. East: Malloca, West: Calaf, South: Demphis, and North: Tirapat. Tesranak regressed these four Arch Liches from the future to the past. Their mission was to gather the darkness of the current era, create the reverse temporal transcendent device, and summon the remaining Martial Kings and Archmages to this time. "Once all the Martial Kings and Archmages return to this land, their overwhelming power will surely allow the cult of the Dark God to dominate the world." The conditions for Tesranak to descend with all his powers were simple. As long as his faith was the most widespread in the present world, it would be enough. They didn''t need to conquer the entire world. They didn''t need to become the sole religion. "To put it bluntly, as long as the cult of the Dark God is even a little larger than the church of Seven Goddesses, the condition is met?" "Exactly. Once Tesranak descends, there''s no need to worry anymore." Demphis'' mission was to summon the future''s Martial King, Laven Strauss, to this land. "I''ve been preparing in secret for years and was about to perform the Descent Ritual when I happened to run into Lord Karnak, and it all ended in failure." *** With that, Demphis'' explanation came to a close. Karnak was lost in thought for a moment. Then he suddenly asked. "So..." He lifted one of the black cubes in his hand, the one Demphis had given him. "You made this, right, Demphis?" "Yes. I just did as instructed, though I still don''t fully understand the principle behind it." Demphis'' voice grew a bit smaller. Even though he was a master of 9th-circle magic, it seemed embarrassing to admit that he didn''t understand something. "In that case..." Karnak now raised the other cube, the one created by the mysterious witch. "Who made this one?" "I''m curious about that too..." "Do you not know either?" "I don''t. It''s not like whoever made it left their name on it." "I guess that''s true." Karnak put both cubes back into his pocket and asked. "But still, it was one of the governors who made it, right?" Demphis shook his head. "Not necessarily. None of the other governors have arrived in this time yet." Serati, who had been listening, chimed in. "Oh, but didn''t you all set off together?" "As I mentioned earlier, just because we set off together doesn''t mean we''ll arrive together." Demphis spoke respectfully to Serati as well. S~ea??h the N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. While Baros had been Karnak''s loyal servant since a previous life, Serati was merely a regular servant. There was no need to be this polite. But... ''Considering how close Lord Karnak seems to be with her, it''s better to be cautious,'' Demphis thought. He continued his explanation respectfully. "We returned to this time without a reverse temporal transcendent device, just like the three vanguards. That''s why I was the first to arrive." Of course, there was always the option of acquiring another exceptional mage, converting them into an undead, and having them create it. Or perhaps another governor had already arrived without his knowledge. "Though I haven''t heard any such reports..." Demphis'' voice trailed off, lacking confidence. "Communication within the cult is so poor that I can''t say for sure it hasn''t happened." "I see..." Karnak muttered quietly, rubbing his temple. "So this is... another world of sorts?" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 169 - 168 Chapter 169: Chapter 168Many mages who dealt with space-time magic had conducted all sorts of thought experiments. Most of those thought experiments eventually converged on one issue: How do we resolve the time paradox? Just as Karnak had wondered who created the technique known as Overkill, a paradox inevitably arises when one travels between the past and the future. To address this, various hypotheses have emerged. One such hypothesis is fatalism, which posits that no matter what you do, you cannot change the past. It argues that even if you think you''ve changed the past, that too was meant to happen, and thus it did. Then there are the hypotheses of mutable and immutable history. The idea that while minor events in the past can be changed, major fates cannot be altered. Another is the hypothesis of historical alteration. This theory states that the moment the past is changed, the original future disappears, and a completely new future unfolds. And finally, there is the parallel worlds hypothesis. It suggests that countless parallel worlds exist, with each branching out due to every small choice made, each leading to a corresponding parallel world. Alternatively, some argued that the very existence of a paradox is clear evidence that transcending space-time is impossible. Though, in the latter case, such a hypothesis becomes meaningless once Karnak had already crossed into the past. Among these, Karnak supported the hypothesis of historical alteration. When one returns to the past, the future they came from vanishes, and the continuity of space-time becomes dependent on the individual. Thus, Karnak believed that while he would live in a new timeline, he would still retain the knowledge of the vanished future. "Based on the data I gathered while creating the space-time transcendence monolith, I thought this made the most sense." However, this hypothesis was discarded. Because he had met Laficel, who came from the future. If the hypothesis of historical alteration were true, then everything from the future should have disappeared, making it impossible for Laficel to follow them into this time period. On the other hand, Demphis'' explanation made sense of many things. Why had the returned servants seemed similar yet somehow different? Why did Elezar and Demphis know Laficel, but not Karnak or Baros? If this place was a kind of parallel world, most of the questions they''d had would be resolved. "Even the existence of Tesranak can be explained." Perhaps Tesranak''s origin could have been Karnak and Baros. But if fate had twisted, where Karnak died and Baros took him, or if someone else entirely became that figure, then perhaps they changed their name to Tesranak and continued on. "It doesn''t really seem like me, but let''s assume that for now." In this case, even if Baros originally bore the fate, it''s not hard to understand how Tesranak''s path might resemble Karnak''s, since they would''ve taken on his power and body. Even the similarity in Demphis'' mark made sense. "Right, everything fits... mostly." Karnak had an uncertain expression. But there were still unresolved questions. *** "For starters, I don''t quite understand the existence of this reverse temporal transcendent device." Karnak looked back at Demphis and asked, "You said this was created to bring people from the future on time, right?" "You could say that''s an oversimplification, but yes." "And you all were randomly sent to this space-time, like the three vanguard members?" "Yes." "Doesn''t that seem odd?" "In what way?" Karnak frowned at the puzzled Demphis. "You''ve already managed to send several people randomly, haven''t you? So what''s the reason you couldn''t do the same with the others?" "Well, that''s to ensure they arrive at the right time..." "That''s exactly what''s strange." Tesranak had already sent the three vanguard members and the four governors to this time period without the reverse temporal transcendent device. This implies they could do the same again. "Yet now they insist on specifying the exact time, supposedly to synchronize everything?" Demphis had explained that this was to expand the cult of the Dark God, but if that was the true goal, there was no need for such precision. "You could just send people over and over, randomly." Chance turns into certainty when repeated enough. Returning one subordinate in a single day is unlikely. But what if you send ten in a month, a hundred in a year, a thousand in ten years? By scattering them widely, like sowing seeds in a field? "Even if it''s random, you''d eventually gather the necessary forces." "Th-that''s true." Demphis stammered, realizing that Karnak''s reasoning was valid. "So why go to the trouble of creating this reverse temporal transcendent device and guiding people in such a specific way? There must be another reason." Karnak mused while Demphis bowed his head. "I''m sorry. I don''t know that much." "Well, if you don''t know, you don''t know." Karnak nodded and changed the topic. "There''s another mystery." The guardian of the world, the Dragon Emperor, Grateria. "In the future I came from, Grateria definitely existed." However, in the future Demphis came from, the one Tesranak ruled, Grateria did not. Whether it never existed from the beginning or disappeared for some unknown reason, no one could tell. "So what about in this world?" Karnak looked at Serati and Laven, the residents of this world, and asked. "Does the Dragon Emperor exist or not?" Laven responded gravely. "This is the first I''ve ever heard of such a thing." Serati had a vague expression. "I heard about it from you before, Lord Karnak. I didn''t know before then, but I figured it was just because I''m from the countryside..." Of course, this wasn''t definitive proof that the Dragon Emperor didn''t exist. In Karnak''s future, few people knew the name Grateria until the world was on the verge of collapse. Serati asked, "Perhaps it doesn''t exist here? The world is heading toward destruction, and the Dragon Emperor still hasn''t appeared." Baros chuckled. "Well, that''s kind of relative..." Even when Karnak was destroying the world and wreaking havoc, the Dragon Emperor had merely been sleeping. Compared to the devastation the Emperor recognized, the current state of the world was just a slightly cloudy day. "That''s hard to believe," Laven said in disbelief. S§×arch* The NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "The Seven Goddesses even gave us a prophecy to stop the world''s destruction." "In our time, there wasn''t any prophecy, but yes, by our standards, the world is in relatively good shape." For the Dragon Emperor to perceive the world as truly on the brink of destruction, things would need to be far worse than they are now. For example, if the god of darkness and death descended from the future... Laven continued, as if something had struck him. "Now that I think about it, this is a critical issue. If humanity fails to prevent the world''s end and Tesranak truly descends, the Dragon Emperor might be our last hope." He spoke with renewed urgency. "Fortunately, we have a way to check." Though few knew of the Dragon Emperor, there were still legends and myths about him. In other words, even if his existence was barely known, there should still be records in myth and lore. "If we search through the Imperial Library or the Seven Goddesses Church''s great temples for ancient records, we might find traces of him." "Right. It''s worth investigating." Karnak nodded, making a mental note to seek out Alius later. "In any case, the issue of Grateria can be confirmed later..." The first two issues were just mysteries for now. Even if Tesranak''s world turned out to be a parallel one to Karnak''s, it wouldn''t create any major problems. But if that''s the case, one question remains impossible to understand. "You said Laficel was sent first, as a test?" "Yes." "And that''s the same Laficel here?" "Yes, that''s correct." Demphis was confused. Why confirm something so obvious? Karnak''s expression hardened. "Laficel knew me." "What?" "She knew me, Karnak, the damned Death King, very well." She even knew Baros. She used the exact title "Lord Baros" when referring to him. "If Tesranak sent Laficel, how does she know about us?" *** Many mysteries had been solved. But new ones had emerged. "There''s nothing we can do about this right now." With the brand of domination imprinted on Demphis, there was no way he was hiding anything from Karnak. Further questioning would yield no answers. "Well, we should start wrapping things up here." Rising to his feet, Karnak glanced over at Laven. "Oh, and I should explain a bit more about your role as a servant, Laven." He didn''t need to say much. After all, there was already a kind and helpful senior. "Hey, Serati." "Yes, I figured this was coming." She briefly explained. That Laven couldn''t betray Karnak, that he mustn''t reveal Karnak''s true identity, and that while he wasn''t exactly a slave, he''d still have a certain amount of freedom. Laven, seemingly understanding, asked, "I see. Were you also one of Lord Karnak''s servants?" Unknowingly, like Serati, he was already referring to Karnak with honorifics. Smiling wryly at the memory, Serati replied, "I, too, was in a situation where I had no choice." She told him how she had lost both her arms and smiled softly. "There are some benefits to being a servant. For one, you become somewhat immune to injury¡ªafter all, you can regenerate your limbs if they''re cut off." Of course, that didn''t do much to brighten Laven''s expression. Being from the prestigious Strauss family, now becoming a servant to a necromancer? His future undoubtedly seemed bleak. Karnak pouted. "Don''t act like I forced you into slavery. I was originally planning to make Baros my servant again, but I gave you the spot instead, so you should be grateful." Laven narrowed his eyes. "Then why don''t you just cancel my contract and make Sir Baros your servant?" "Uh, well..." Karnak was about to change the subject when Demphis, oblivious, chimed in. "But would you really be alright with that? You''d die the moment the contract was canceled." "What?" The response came from Serati, not Laven. Startled, Demphis turned to her. "You didn''t know?" Karnak and Baros facepalmed. "Hey, Demphis..." "Oh no..." Serati, smiling wickedly, glared at Karnak. "Excuse me, Lord Karnak? I think you owe me an explanation here." Glaring at Demphis, Karnak responded. "Technically, it means your soul would be erased." Canceling the contract meant erasing the contract. But since a servant''s soul was bound to the contract, erasing the contract would also erase the soul. That''s why Demphis had originally planned to kill Karnak to erase Laven''s soul and summon the future Laven into that body. Though he ultimately couldn''t do so due to the brand''s influence. "You don''t need to worry about that, Serati. I have no intention of canceling any contracts." Momentarily irritated, Serati relaxed. ''At least this means he''s still somewhat human if he''s concerned about my feelings...'' Satisfied with the explanation, Karnak gave Demphis an order. "Lift the curtain of darkness. We need to rescue the others." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 170 - 169 Chapter 170: Chapter 169The darkness that had covered the entire chapel disappeared. The blocked passageways were all restored to their original state. Demphis, having completed his mission, bowed deeply. "Then I shall conceal myself." He couldn''t let Millia or Edia know that he had taken him as a servant. "Are you keeping this a secret from Laficel as well?" "Obviously," Karnak replied. "You''re saying what Tesranak did will be attributed to me." Demphis understood immediately. "It must be concealed at all costs." Thanks to having become a servant, there was no need to hide this from Laven. "This is fortunate." "Yes, Sir Laven saw everything after all." At the exchange between Serati and Baros, Laven blinked in confusion. "If I weren''t a servant, what would have happened to me?" The two avoided his question. Laven''s face grew more anxious. "...Hey?" In any case, on the surface, it would be presented that Karnak defeated the Arch Lich and other necromancers, and rescued his comrades. Thus, after Karnak''s group escaped, Demphis began moving separately. He had already issued several instructions to facilitate this. "Then I shall proceed as ordered." "Contact me as we''ve arranged." "Yes." After finishing the conversation, Demphis quickly slipped out of the chapel. Once he disappeared, Karnak looked toward the stone chamber. "Now, let''s go rescue the others... no, wait, there''s something we need to do first." Since Laven had become a servant, he needed to be integrated into the secret magical communication. Karnak prepared a spell for a moment before sending a message. [Hey, hey! Can you hear me, Laven?] "What the?! What is this?" Next, Baros and Serati''s voices echoed in his head. [It''s just a spell for us to talk to each other.] [We often say things that others shouldn''t hear.] Laven looked around in confusion. Karnak gave him a knowing glance. "Serati." "You''re really putting me to work here." She complained but obediently taught Laven how to use the communication spell. The method itself wasn''t difficult, so Laven picked it up easily. [Like this? It''s much faster than talking.] [It''s very useful in battle.] With that, they had taken care of everything they needed to. "Right, now let''s really go rescue the others." *** Those who had been captured were safe. Thanks to being put to sleep by magic, they were only slightly drained but had no trouble moving. Millia, upon being rescued, asked in astonishment, "My goodness, did you defeat Arch Lich?" While Edia didn''t fully understand how monstrous an Arch Lich was, thinking only, "The King''s Order is really something," those with knowledge of the undead couldn''t help but be shocked. Karnak and Baros waved their hands modestly. "We just got lucky." "A stroke of luck like that won''t come twice." They weren''t being humble; they really had been fortunate. If Serati hadn''t awakened, even Karnak wouldn''t have had a solution. Laficel was also in awe. "Wow! Serati unnie, you''ve become a Blue Knight?" It was truly impressive. To reach such a level in her mid-twenties! ''As expected of her! I need to train even harder!'' Serati looked at Laficel with a mixture of disbelief. ''How did she figure that out just by looking?'' No one had mentioned that Serati had reached Blue-level, yet Laficel had immediately exclaimed in amazement. Even though Serati had been lucky to advance earlier than others, seeing a genuine prodigy like Laficel made her feel a sense of urgency. ''If I don''t want to fall behind, I''ll need to work even harder.'' After a brief explanation of the situation, Karnak urged the group. "We may have taken out the leaders, but we don''t know when the remnants of the cult will come after us. Let''s get out of here quickly." *** The escape was not difficult at all. It was only natural¡ªDemphis, who had been hiding, had done his utmost to clear the path for them. Without any problems, they escaped the Maleficus Dungeon and headed for the frontier city of Wellard. On the way, they even remembered to retrieve the necromancer they had buried in the forest. Millia, as expected, had a kind heart. Though the necromancer had been half-dead for about four days and was mentally shattered, at least they had saved him before he died. What happened to him after that? He was put on trial and beheaded. He was a necromancer, after all. After arriving safely at Wellard City, they handed over information about the cultists to the Etrial King''s Order. It was now up to them to send in the extermination teams. But they couldn''t return to the Kingdom of Yustil just yet. There was still a matter to resolve. Laven had discovered Karnak''s identity. He had also become his servant. No matter how trustworthy a person is, it''s difficult to let someone who knows your life-threatening secrets roam freely. Especially when Karnak wasn''t exactly a good person. He said bluntly, "Follow me." Naturally, Laven asked, "What about the Etrial King''s Order?" The answer he received was obvious. "You''ll have to quit." "...Understood." Surprisingly, Laven accepted it without much resistance. After all, having become a necromancer''s servant, he felt guilty staying in the King''s Order, which specialized in hunting cultists. "So, do I just follow Lord Karnak from now on?" "It wouldn''t be natural like that, would it? I''ll appoint you as a knight of the Jestarad family, like Serati." Serati, looking troubled, interrupted. "Wait a minute, but that means Laven would be abandoning the Etrial Kingdom to go to Yustil. Isn''t that an international issue?" An aura user, regardless of strength, was a strategic asset on the national level. And Laven was from the famous Strauss family. Even though he was overshadowed by his brother Emile, no one would think of him as incompetent. He wasn''t expected to become the Martial King in the future, but at the very least, it was anticipated that he would be an aura user of considerable talent. "To the Etrial Kingdom, it''ll look like Yustil Kingdom is snatching a valuable resource without lifting a finger." Her words made Karnak scratch his head in frustration. "Is that so? But we can''t just kill him either." Laven was shocked and asked in disbelief, "Wait, if I don''t follow you, you''ll kill me? Is that the only option?" "I said we can''t kill you. Why are you freaking out when I said I wouldn''t?" With a grin, Serati tapped Karnak on the shoulder. "Lord Karnak." "Hm? What?" "Let''s not use that kind of phrasing." "Can''t even say that?" "No." Another line was added to the list of things not to say when trying to live like a decent person. After a brief moment of reflection, Karnak asked seriously, "Then what should we do?" "Just ask him." The truth was, the real concern wasn''t with the Etrial Kingdom. Everyone knew that the Strauss family held far more sway than the Etrial royal family. Serati looked at Laven and said, "Contact your family and explain the situation. If your father gets furious, you can just use the excuse of knight training to follow Lord Karnak." As a member of the Strauss family, being ordered to serve a nobody like Karnak from the start would raise suspicions. But if it happened after angering Gallard? He''d simply be a rebellious son defying his overbearing father. A common enough occurrence. "That wouldn''t seem suspicious at all." It was a rather convincing suggestion. Karnak nodded in admiration. "Wow, Serati, you''re getting really good at lying." "..." Leaving the now-sullen Serati behind, Laven sent a messenger to his family. A few days later, Gallard''s reply arrived. ¨CDo as you wish. It was exactly the same response as when Laven had joined the Etrial King''s Order. Karnak and Baros clicked their tongues. "Wow, that''s cold." "Does he really not care what his son does?" For them to say something like that meant it was truly extraordinary. S~ea??h the N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "I told you, didn''t I? My father only ever cares about my older brother Emile." Laven replied with a bitter smile of self-mockery. "Still, for his second son to become a knight for some no-name noble family and get this kind of reaction..." Serati suddenly burst out in anger. "Hold on! Are you seriously belittling our family like that?" After all, she was still a knight of the Jestarad barony. The native Jestarad members, however, were unfazed. "Honestly, compared to the Strauss family, we deserve to be looked down on." "Exactly. How could Jestarad even compare to Strauss?" Serati looked at the two of them in amazement. "...Surprisingly, you guys don''t have much pride in this area, do you?" In the end, Laven Strauss officially became a knight of the Jestarad family. *** All matters in the Etrial Kingdom were finally settled. Karnak''s group, along with the rescued Edia, returned to the Kingdom of Yustil. Back in the capital, Drunta, Edia wasted no time regaining control of the Altas Merchant Group. The root of the trouble, the Tekas Merchant Group''s Drunta branch, couldn''t interfere at all. The Tekas Merchant Group had been subjected to endless investigations by the Church of the Seven Goddesses. In fact, Edia even managed to encroach on Tekas''s territory during that time. "So, what I''m saying is, how about investing a little more, Baron Karnak?" "Hey! You said you''d swear loyalty, and now you want to squeeze more money out of me?" "This is a golden opportunity to make money! You can''t miss this chance!" Watching this scene, Serati realized something. ''Oh, so loyalty and dissatisfaction are separate matters, huh?'' Though he grumbled a bit, Karnak handed over more investment money without protest. Because of the side effects of the bewitching spell, Edia was genuinely loyal to him. Everything she did was for Karnak''s benefit. Moreover, with her business skills, she was bound to earn back more than the investment. Not to mention, having the Church of the Seven Goddesses on their side was a huge advantage. In fact, the reaction from other merchant groups regarding the Tekas'' Drunta branch was this: ¨CThere''s this guy named Karnak, and the merchant group he invested in? Tekas tried to mess with them and immediately started spiraling toward ruin. ¨CSomething feels off about this. Let''s not get involved. The sharp intuition of merchants couldn''t be underestimated. Thanks to that, most things were falling into place. During this time, the rest of the group returned home for the first time in a while, resting and recovering their energy. Millia went home, and Laficel happily continued her swordsmanship training under Serati, who had awakened as a Blue Knight. Laven also finally heard the full story about his future that had been skipped over earlier. "So, the one trying to take over my body was my future self, and I rose to the rank of Martial King...?" Laven was left speechless by Karnak''s explanation. "I''m more shocked that my older brother Emile is supposed to die." It was hard for Laven to even imagine that as his future. It felt like a story about someone from a completely different world. "My older brother Emile sure seems to die a lot in different timelines." In Demphis''s future, Emile died to Tesranak, and in this future, he died to Karnak. Then, suddenly, Laven had a question. "Then what happens to the soul of the Martial King? Can''t he come back or something?" Karnak''s answer, however, was unexpected. "Who said he went back to the future?" "What? I''m talking about the soul of the Martial King." "Nope. He''s still here in this timeline." [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 171 - 170 Chapter 171: Chapter 170The descent ritual that Demphis performed was, after all, merely a means to "guide" the soul to a point in the past. The act of sending a soul from the future to the past itself originates from the power of Tesranak, who exists within the void. "So, just because the ritual failed, it doesn''t mean the soul will return to the future." That''s why Demphis didn''t take the failure of the ritual seriously. Since the soul of the future Laven still remained in this world, it was only a matter of finding another suitable day to set up the ritual again. Laven wasn''t the only one surprised upon hearing this. Baros seemed unsurprised, as if he expected it, but Serati was taken aback. "Please tell us about these important things beforehand!" "You should ask properly yourselves. How am I supposed to explain every little thing when I don''t know what you don''t know?" Karnak, too, tries his best to explain things, but inevitably, some things slip through the cracks. "Then what happened to that other Laven''s soul?" "Since it can''t enter this Laven''s body, it''s likely wandering this world like a wraith." Laven suddenly frowned. "This Laven, that Laven¡ªthese titles are a bit..." "What can you do? To me, both of you are the real Laven." In any case, the cult of the Dark God wouldn''t simply leave "that Laven''s soul" to roam freely. This was something even Demphis agreed on. "The best option is always to return to one''s own body, but if there''s no way to do that right now, they''ll seek a second option." Karnak''s guess was that they would likely target another host. "You remember the case with Prince Lloyd and Prince Alford, right, Serati?" "Yes." "The same situation will probably happen again." Possession is easier when the bodies share similar characteristics. A similar physique, age, gender, and so on. That''s why, generally, the closer the bloodline, the more similar the characteristics of the bodies. But blood relation alone doesn''t always meet all the conditions. By common standards, Lloyd and Alford, who were half-brothers, should have been less compatible than their father, Wiscot I, who shared a closer bloodline. However, in terms of "similar circumstances," the brothers were actually closer. If the father''s characteristics are 100, then the son only inherits 50. Even if the mothers are different, the brothers share more similar circumstances because both inherit 50. Additionally, both are younger than their father, making their bodies even more alike. "Let alone if they were full siblings from the same mother, there wouldn''t be any need to hesitate." "That means..." Laven''s face hardened as Karnak''s explanation sank in. "Are you saying they might target my older brother Emile?" *** A desolate clearing in a forest where winter''s chill still lingered. In the middle of the clearing stood a man. With green eyes and dark brown hair, the young man in his twenties bore a refined look, and he was a swordsman. The young man slowly raised his sword. The aura around his entire body sharpened like a blade, spreading as though it could cut through everything around him. Wooooong! With a loud hum, the blade gleamed brilliantly in a purple hue. "Amazing, Emile." A man in his fifties, with green eyes similar to the young man''s, looked on with a satisfied expression. "To reach the level of a Purple Knight at your age. Even I couldn''t achieve that at your age." As he glanced at Gallard, the famed Martial King of the Delphiad and head of the Strauss family, Emile shook his head. "It''s still not enough." His expression wasn''t one of modesty but of genuine dissatisfaction. "There''s still a long way to go." "Hahaha..." Gallard burst into a hearty laugh. He was proud of his son. To have reached the level of purple aura at the young age of 23 was astonishing, but more impressive was that despite gaining such power, his son wasn''t complacent and kept his sights on even higher goals. Such a mindset was rare for someone so young. ''If he had shown any arrogance, I would have corrected him, but there''s no need for that.'' All that remained was for Emile to organize and refine what he had gained. "You have much to reflect on. I''ll leave you to it." Gallard left the vacant lot. Some time passed. Alone, Emile suddenly smiled. "Has he left the forest?" He swung his sword once more. Bwoooong! With a fierce surge of energy, the purple aura changed. A brilliant silver energy wrapped around the blade, shining resplendently. "With focus, I can reach this level. But anything beyond silver aura is out of reach." Indeed, the aura stored in this body could only go so far. "I feel bad for Emile, but..." After withdrawing the aura, he sheathed his sword. "You were always fated to die by Lord Tesranak''s hand." His green eyes shifted toward the sky beyond the forest. "Even now that I''ve taken over your body, nothing changes." *** A few days later, Laven spoke to Karnak. "I''ve received a letter from home." "Hmm? What news?" "I was worried about my older brother Emile, so I sent a letter under the pretense of asking how he was doing." Holding up the reply, Laven''s face was grim. "It seems my older brother Emile is doing well. In fact, they say he''s already reached the level of a Purple Knight." Serati''s expression hardened. "Could it really be...?" The timing was far too coincidental to be mere chance. If the future Martial King had taken over Emile''s body, it wouldn''t be surprising for his aura level to skyrocket. However, Karnak and Baros''s reactions were somewhat ambiguous. "Well, that alone doesn''t mean he''s been possessed..." "That kid was supposed to reach the Purple Knight level around this time anyway." Serati was shocked. "But he''s only 23 years old!" If that were the case, what did that make her, who had only just awakened to the blue aura at 25? "I told you, he''s a real genius." "Even Sir Laven here would be overshadowed. In terms of raw talent, not even Laficel could keep up." Karnak, too, was starting to appear differently. So, in his past life, he had already been strong enough to defeat a Purple Knight in his early twenties as a powerful necromancer? "At the time, I was focusing solely on necromancy. Even then, I struggled immensely." "We barely won, but it was a close call for the young master." "I almost died for real." "In that other world, they say you actually did die, right?" "I told you, that wasn''t me." In any case, Emile was a prodigy who might have become the strongest among the Martial Kings. Had it not been for the unfortunate encounter with Karnak, his life would have taken a different path. Given that Emile was destined to reach the Purple Knight level anyway, there was no way to be certain if future Laven had taken over his body just yet. "We''ll have to wait and see. Time will tell." "How?" At Serati''s question, Karnak shrugged. "You saw what happened with Princes Lloyd and Alford, right?" Possession of someone else''s body doesn''t last long. Even for half-brothers, the possession only lasted for about three months. Since Emile and Laven had the same parents, the possession might last longer, but... "At most, half a year. If he really has been possessed, he''ll target Laven''s body again before then." "Target his body... that''s rather..." Laven''s face twisted in displeasure. It wasn''t exactly a pleasant thought from his perspective. "Which is why we need to prepare before that happens." Karnak chuckled and continued. "First, let''s solidify Laven''s position." Thanks to becoming a knight under Baron Jestarad, Laven easily came under Karnak''s command. But to stick close to Karnak, working together in the same organization would be ideal. "You used to serve in the King''s Order of the neighboring kingdom, didn''t you? With that experience, you should be able to pass easily." *** The headquarters of the Yustil Kingdom''s King''s Order, in Drunta. "Laven? Laven Strauss?" Sitting in his office, Erantel stared blankly at the young man before him. "You''re really that Strauss?" "Yes. I''ve recently become a knight under Baron Jestarad." Erantel''s response was succinct. "...Why?" A single word that carried a great deal of meaning. Karnak pursed his lips. "What''s wrong with my family, commander?" "Oh, no, I didn''t mean it that way." ''Didn''t mean it? Yeah, right. That''s exactly what you meant.'' Erantel''s reaction was understandable, though. The reputation of the Jestarad family compared to the Strauss family was like comparing a lizard to a dragon. ''Why would the heir of the Strauss family serve a small-time noble like Baron Jestarad...?'' Erantel''s thoughts trailed off as something dawned on him. ''Wait. Are they really a small-time noble anymore?'' A household led by a 7th-circle mage, with two aura users, one of whom was at the blue rank. They also possessed a lucrative copper mine and had the backing of Prince Lloyd. Their renown had grown considerably due to their activities with the King''s Order. While they weren''t exactly a prestigious family, they certainly weren''t small-time nobles anymore. Laven calmly laid out the story he had prepared in advance. While fighting a cultist in the Maleficus dungeon, he had received great help from Karnak, and as a result, pledged his loyalty to him and came to serve the Yustil Kingdom. It wasn''t a lie. Not exactly. "I see. So, you followed your lord and applied to join the King''s Order?" He had all the qualifications, the family backing, and relevant experience¡ªeverything was in order. In fact, he was a veteran who could be put to use immediately. Naturally, he was accepted. As Erantel reached out to shake hands and welcome him, he paused for a moment. If he welcomed him to the King''s Order, it felt strange since Laven was originally part of Etrial''s King''s Order. That would be odd. But welcoming him to the Yustil Kingdom felt like congratulating him for betraying the Etrial Kingdom. In the end, Erantel awkwardly smiled. "Well, I look forward to working with you." *** S§×arch* The ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Thanks to Demphis, they now had information about Tesranak, and Laven''s position was secured. Gathering the group, Karnak spoke. "So, now we stop this Tesranak guy or whatever his name is from carrying out his plan!" Baros chimed in from the side. "That''s right! We can''t let those guys from the future control this era!" Serati rolled her eyes. "Excuse me, you all came from the future too, remember?" Of course, neither of them so much as blinked. "Exactly!" "We''re the only exceptions!" "Absolutely! No one else can!" Laven, exasperated, muttered under his breath. "You two are seriously shameless." On the other hand, Serati looked as though she had expected as much. "They''ve always been like that." Clicking her tongue, she asked. "So, what''s the plan now?" Thanks to Demphis'' information, they realized it was impossible to prevent the spread of the Darkness of Doom. This wasn''t some random event¡ªit was something Tesranak was directly and deliberately orchestrating. No matter how many doors they closed, Tesranak would just open new ones. But there was another way. "If the cult of the Dark God becomes the dominant faith in this world, that guy will descend, right?" In other words, they just needed to stop the cult from gaining too much influence. "...Isn''t that what we''ve been doing all along?" "Up until now, we were just catching cultists to gather information." Now that they had a clear goal, they could take more definitive action. Feeling uneasy, Serati asked. "And what exactly do you plan to do? You''re not going to live like before, right?" "Like before?" Karnak paused for a moment, pondering. Then, with a slightly uncertain tone, he replied. "Hmm, no, it''s different. At least for now." Something about the way he said it was unsettling. Even more anxious, Serati asked again. "...What exactly are you planning to do?" [T/L: Please support me and read extra Chapters here: /revengerscans ] Chapter 172: HAPPY NEW YEAR! Chapter 172: HAPPY NEW YEAR!???????? Happy New Year 2025, dear readers! ???????? A brand-new year calls for fresh adventures and exciting stories! 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