Chapter 10 Chapter 3 Second Betrayal
The roaring flames and heatwaves dispersed amidst the horizontal slashes of the greatsword. Cracks spread across the crystalline shield, which seemed unable to bear the immense force of the opponent, blocking the young man’s path.
“Fleck! What are you doing! And possessing such strength… who exactly are you people!”
Amidst Ig’s enraged questioning, the young man’s disbelief was palpable.
The silver-ranked magic scroll that the young man had just torn was actually crafted for him by a magic genius of a much higher level, using expensive magic materials. Among scrolls of the same rank, it could be considered a masterpiece even in the entire kingdom.
Ig remembered the girl with ice-blue hair, with her big eyes, saying that the defensive spell inscribed on it could withstand the full force of a peak silver-ranked warrior for at least a quarter of an hour.
Their strength was definitely not silver-ranked as they claimed, but gold-ranked!
“Young Master Gehn, you have a good eye!”
In a mere instant, a sound like shattering glass shattered the young man’s question, revealing only the scorched earth.
Ig preemptively dodged the heavy blow as his greatsword was blocked.
Ig did not dare to hesitate. While protecting the damaged “End”, he gripped the magic scroll that had already been drawn out with his other hand. The magic patterns inscribed in Mithril scripture suddenly lit up with a burning silver glow.
However, in the next moment, a clear female voice, which made the young man feel like he had fallen into an ice cellar, sounded from beneath the magician’s hood in the distance.
“Gods of Elements, please silence your emissaries at this moment.”
In an instant, the space around Ig became completely silent, leaving only the clear voice of the female mage. Not only her voice, but the multitude of vibrantly colored elemental particles surging in the air also suddenly dimmed, and the burning silver glow on the magic scroll extinguished to nothing.
Ig finally lost his previous shock. Terror appeared in his wide-open eyes.
“Silence”!
The name of this seemingly ordinary, yet actually extremely rare and terrifying “talent” instantly appeared in Ig’s mind.
—”Silence,” as the name suggests, is to prohibit elemental resonance from the gods and interrupt the mage’s incantation. It seems simple and ordinary, but in reality, it possesses extremely terrifying power!
This talent, which could almost be called the most hated and feared by all spellcasting professionals… how could it appear on such an ordinary mercenary?
“Who exactly are you! Why are you attacking me? I’ve already stated that the dragon bone belongs to you!”
Ig shouted loudly again, but this time, he no longer had the composure of the beginning, but was filled with fear.
The reason he accepted the escort of these three mercenaries, whose ranks were far higher than his, and did not show too much fear even when Fleck demonstrated his gold-ranked strength, was because he relied on the magic scrolls and magic items he carried.
However, at this moment, under the effect of “Silence” cast by a mage whose spiritual power was far superior to his, all his defenses had become almost useless waste paper!
“Young Master Gehn… no, Young Master Ig, if you were here, do you think we would dare to accept this dragon bone? Yes, perhaps you are nothing, but what about your terrifying father?”
As his true name, which he had kept hidden, was revealed by the other party’s almost teasingly cruel voice, Ig’s pupils once again burst with shock.
But before he could speak, the greatsword that had cut through the rolling heatwave descended. The young man hurriedly drew the long sword at his waist to block.
“…However, it’s time to tell you the truth—even without this dragon bone, your life would have ended here.”
Amidst the suddenly stern voice, the blades met. An immense, unblockable force shattered, accompanied by the sound of a breaking arm bone. The sword clanged to the ground. Ig’s face turned pale, blood seeped from his mouth, and he staggered backward.
Before he could retreat a few steps, an unbearable, mountain-like pressure suddenly pressed down on his shoulder, forcing Ig to kneel on the scorching hot ground. The young man gritted his bleeding teeth tightly.
“Gravity Suppression.”
The name of the greatsword swordsman’s “talent” slowly spoken into Ig’s ears.
Under the insurmountable gap, the crushing battle was almost instantly over, leaving only a young man with an unyielding expression struggling under the immense pressure.
The female mage, clad in a black cloak, walked to Fleck’s side. She picked up the magic scroll the young man had dropped, gently caressed the magic patterns inscribed on the high-quality beast skin scroll, and turned her face, saying,
“This is the ‘Sword of Radiance’. Although it has been simplified and compressed into this silver-ranked magic scroll to lower the release conditions, its power is much greater than ordinary silver magic. With such precise magic patterns, superior and pure inscribed magic power, I guess even you, Fleck, might not be able to easily withstand it.”
“After all, it was personally made by Young Lady Shiel for this useless young master.”
Fleck didn’t pay much attention, shaking his head as he held his greatsword.
Such strength and “talents” that ordinary mercenaries should not possess, and they even know my identity… and Shiel…
Ig gritted his teeth tightly, lifting his eyes with great effort.
“Who… exactly are you?”
“Haven’t you realized yet, Young Master Ig?”
Fleck looked down at the young man with a contemptuous gaze.
“Being able to ‘escort’ you is naturally a special hiring by Young Master Douglas—of course, it’s also thanks to you bringing us to this place where even the will of Saint Rank powerhouses can be shielded. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have known how to make our move.”
“Douglas…”
Ig’s face was filled with regret and hatred, and he fiercely squeezed out the name he detested from between his blood-stained teeth.
“…After all, if you, Young Master, were to accidentally die during an adventure, and after Lord Marquis returns to the netherworld, the land of Mies Territory should naturally be inherited by Lord Douglas, who will then marry your younger sister, Miss Shiel.”
“You are delusional! Shiel… and that scoundrel, I will never allow it!”
The young man’s palms clenched into fists, and the blood from his pierced palm dripped onto the ground, instantly evaporating from the scorching heat. He suddenly raised his head with all his might.
The burning sensation of flames and the sharp pain heavily pierced the young man’s groggy consciousness. His bones shattered, his internal organs were squeezed under gravity, and bright red blood overflowed from the skin that split open on his body.
The ferocious face stained with blood was no longer the gentle one of daily life. The young man Ig gritted his teeth fiercely and stood up regardless of everything, holding “End”, and slashed down with the sword light using all his strength.
“If your younger sister said the same words in front of me, I naturally wouldn’t dare to be presumptuous.”
However, Fleck contemptuously swung his fist.
“But for you, this trash young master whose Dou Qi progress has been slow, and who only recently reached Bronze through that sinner’s futureless Sword Qi flow?”
“Use your so-called ‘Starflow Sword Qi Slash’!”
