Chapter 44 (2)
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One of the soldiers, his hands trembling, muttered. He had been certain that he was confronting a mad apostle Liurel who couldnt possibly have been predicted to cause the appearance of Fallen among the nobles.
The situation was far from what he had expected.
Most of the soldiers were at a loss. Unlike the stern Duke Regis Brandt, they had no idea what to do.
A soldiers gaze turned to Maeve, who was gripping her sword and facing off against the mutating nobleman. It was the same soldier who had previously shouted at Ian to put down his weapon.
Are you just going to stand there and watch? Until she points a sword at His Majesty- Ugh?
The knights eyes widened.
Leather-gloved hands muffled the knights voice, stopping him mid-sentence.
Is it okay for a knight to serve a Duke rather than the king?
A quiet voice.
Out of nowhere. The knight, who had noticed Ians presence some time ago, met his black eyes.
His lips barely moved.
Who are you..!
At the moment when the knights eyelids trembled at the disparate power rushing into his grasp for an instant.
Someone you dont need to know.
Ian, who had added the comment, pushed the guy away with a slight nudge and stepped back.
Nearby, other knights and soldiers hastily aimed their spears and swords at him.
Yes, what do you want again?
If you want to live, get rid of them. And step back, it would be wise. Dont get yourself killed for nothing by getting involved needlessly.
With these words, Ian unexpectedly threw a throwing dagger at one of the knights.
Ugh?!
In an instant, the eyes of the knight with the dagger embedded in his forearm widened. There was something wriggling on the blade.
It was a serpent. Its fangs, no larger than a rice grain, were bared wide open.
The creature bit into the knights forearm.
You! What kind of magic?!
As the knight raised his head, Ian was already gone.
When he lowered his head again, the serpent had turned into mist and vanished.
And in the next moment, the world seemed to melt away like watercolors.
The gaze of the knight, whose pupils were wide open from shock, was filled only with the towering figure of a holy knight imbued with red divine power.
Ah- Aaargh-!
The knight caught in a state of confusion let out a horrified scream.
The knight who had absorbed chaos also began to mutate, accompanied by eerie sounds of transformation.
The remaining knights and soldiers, shaken by Ians advice, were a sight enough to make them consider following it. They began to backpedal towards the passage.
If you cant run, then dont even make a sound here. Got it?
Ian dragged the woman who was sitting there due to exhaustion to a corner of the hall and slammed her against the wall.
The woman, tearful and distressed, nodded her head.
Ha.
Somehow, this felt more like training a dog.
Exhaling, Ian finally looked around the hall.
The reason he had yielded the spotlight of this battle to Maeve was not merely because it was easier.
Regardless of the employer-employee relationship, Maeve was, among the people he had encountered in this world, the most responsible and kind-hearted human.
He didnt want to witness a scene where she kneeled to the not-yet-fallen corrupt ones after fulfilling her duty and responsibility.
Hed rather continue unleashing his suppressed inner self like this and run wild.
Perhaps it was because the present overlapped with his past, when he couldnt even properly defend himself against reprimands from bosses or seniors.
Crack-! Swoosh!
Meanwhile, amidst the destruction of the two corrupt beings and the transformation of one knight, Maeve, who had been torn by both sides, crushed the head of a fallen corrupt being with her foot.
This was a far cry from her previous clean and efficient combat style; it bordered on savagery.
As the blood of the corrupted beings splattered on her body and mixed with divine power, she emanated an aura of darkness.
Fwoosh-!
Even the final Fallen being, which had been charging toward her back, was torn apart in an instant as she struck with her sword. Then, finally, she stood still, her shoulders shaking.
.
A moment of silence descended upon the blood-stained hall.
Maeves labored breath gradually shifted to Regis.
Regis Brandt.
At some point, he had been looking at her with an oddly interested gaze, which had now turned into a smile as he opened his mouth.
Truly, I cant understand How the person I thought would be the easiest to manipulate ended up being you. How did you become the most unpredictable existence?
If I were alone That would have been the case
Maeve muttered slowly.
Regiss eyes narrowed.
His gaze suddenly shifted to Ian, who stood in a corner of the hall with a rather intrigued expression.
I see So it was you behind this. A Divine knight who instigated the rebellion in Orundel It wasnt just empty talk.
Even after you deduced all that, are there still remnants of chaff left in Orundel? Thats impressive. Youre like cockroaches.
Ian smirked.
A smile flickered at the corner of Regiss mouth.
It was my mistake to have thought of you as a mere mercenary. I shouldnt underestimate insignificant variables. Ill keep that in mind next time.
To you There wont be a next time-!
Maeve shouted as she charged forward.
The trail of her sword turned into a burst of red streaks that exploded toward Regis.
Zweeng-
It was right after that, a semi-transparent purple barrier materialized in front of Regis.
Surprisingly, the barrier didnt shatter even after blocking a strike infused with divine power.
Amidst the shockwaves of divine and arcane energies colliding and sweeping through the hall,
Krk- Crk-! Khyung-!
From various entrances, over a dozen hunting dogs leaped into the room.
The knights and soldiers who had been near the passage were pushed back against the walls once again.
The passing dogs gathered around Regis.
Amidst the debris of the barrier and remnants of divine energy, Regiss laughter resonated.
You seem to have forgotten. Tonight, at least in Agellan
His face was revealed.
The skin around his eyes protruded in an eerie manner, with spider web-like veins spreading across his face from the center of his forehead.
His eyes, now completely purple, traced gentle arcs.
Its almost as if Im a god.
Kwaang-!
As the remaining barrier exploded, Maeve, frozen in her stance with her sword drawn, was thrown back.
The fact that I serve the true god will remain unknown to anyone. No witnesses will be left.
A soundless shock rippled through the faces of the soldiers and knights.
Swoosh-
Ian drew his Sword of Condemnation and exposed his fangs, smiling.
You talk too much.
This was the brat who had already given me trouble once.
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