Episode 86. The White Tower Turns Red (2)
“By the way, why did the spiral staircase stop?”
“It looks like something is wrong with the White Tower.”
“problem?”
“Yeah. That’s why the servant left for a while. Anyway, you’re lucky.”
thud.
Killian closed the lid of the coffin again. Now only Yorick’s skull remained inside the coffin.
“Little one, your job now is to get the Philimond out as fast as you can. Before the servant sees you.”
“What are you planning to do?”
“Me? First, I have to deliver this big bottle to Amret. So that he can get the tears or excrement of Givenrat that he has been searching for.”
The most important thing was to get Rubin out immediately. By the time they realized the body was gone, Rubin would have already run far away.
“So, quickly call your Roinecrow. You can ride Roinecrow, right? That’s the only way for you to get down here.”
But I had no intention of calling Tina. I had no intention of going down to the ground, let alone Philimond.
Rubin silently took out the blood frost that was on his waist and checked its condition. The frost was rising. Killian frowned at the sight.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m not going.”
“what?”
I looked straight at Killian, who was doubting his ears. Then I spoke again.
“I’m not going to come down.”
“Then what are you going to do?”
“I have to go up. To kill Amret.”
Killian wiggled his eyebrows.
“Ha, this is driving me crazy.”
Rubin wasn’t joking now. When the death row insignia appeared above his head, Rubin decided to climb to the top of the White Tower and face Amret.
‘A death that will reassure the Emperor… Amret has designated me as a death row inmate under that pretext.’
What did that mean? Was it that the Emperor was looking down on him, or was it just Amret’s own judgment?
It doesn’t matter. If it’s the Emperor’s plan, there will be countless threats blocking the way in the future. We’ll just have to wait and see.
Right now, immediate problems are urgent.
The being called Amret.
A new enemy created by regression.
A threat that blossoms as the future becomes distorted.
“You finally obtained the soul weapon, do you think you can kill that old man?”
Killian’s voice trembled slightly as the alcohol wore off. He was asking seriously.
Of course not. This body is still fragile and weak. It is far from being ready.
But it is clear that today is the best opportunity to kill him.
If you miss today, the possibility of killing Amret will decrease with each passing day. A future where Amret, who should have died in the first place, survives? And what if you also get to possess Givenrat’s tears… .
‘You must kill him no matter what.’
If you don’t kill them now, a future more miserable than before the regression will unfold.
“Killian. If Amret tries to kill me, what will you do? Will you fight for me?”
“what?”
“Can you just sit back and watch someone attack the youngest son of the assassin Roinen?”
What are the chances of successful removal of the amret?
It is true that there is not even a 10% chance for Rubin. Two layers of darkness, the manifestation of the aura, the bloody frost of the soul weapon, and even Glayton’s bracelet.
Even with these coincidences, the huge gap between you and a 7-star archmage will not be overcome.
But that’s the story of when Rubin alone aimed his sword at Amret.
“Are you trying to drag me in now? What did you say?”
To Killian, Rubin was simply the son of the man he served. The Roynen bloodline. To other assassins, that alone would be reason enough to die for, but not to Killian.
He obeys only the master of the Roinen family.
Not her son.
“I think you’re bragging about being of Roinen blood… … .”
Rubin cut Killian off.
“I know. I’m not of the Roynen bloodline, I just follow the pinnacle of Roynen.”
“If you know, stop talking nonsense and just get out of here. Live like a corpse until things change later. That’s what you have to do. It won’t be too late to kill Amret when you do.”
Killian sipped at Oakum, even though he knew it had long since been empty. The wind blowing from the White Tower was unusually warm.
“If I die to Amret today, what will you lose?”
Rubin’s soft question. It was a light question, but at the same time, a heavy question. Killian decided to take it lightly. It was like threatening him with his own life. He snickered.
“If I lose someone like you, Siren wouldn’t blink… … .”
“Just a mediocre son of the Assassin family. Do you think you’re losing Roynen’s mediocre bloodline? Listen carefully, Killian. If I die today, you lose Roynen’s future.”
Losing the future. Those words lingered in his mind. Killian’s expression distorted wildly.
“Whether you help me or not, I will fight.”
Eventually, Killian reached his limit.
What is it?
If it was Dorian, if it was Mafis, I wouldn’t have tried so hard to save him like I did now. No, if they were such worthless guys, I wouldn’t have even reached the Black Tower in the first place.
But Rubin was different.
To be honest, the level of Rubin and his potential that I witnessed at the Black Tower was certainly on par with that of Siren of the same age. Siren Roinen, the greatest assassin of all time!
“You damn little brat… you f*cking Roynen!”
Rubin, realizing that he had convinced Killian, spoke calmly.
“Killian, once. Maybe twice.”
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“What are you talking about now?”
“I think I can withstand Amret’s attack. So you have to finish it off in there.”
So, you’re telling me to finish this kid off while he fends off Amret’s attacks? He must be completely crazy.
“Wouldn’t it be better to stay in the coffin until we reach the top of the White Tower?”
Rubin opened the coffin lid as if he didn’t need to hear an answer.
But at that time.
“What is that… … .”
Killian looked up at the sky. Rubin also stopped moving and followed his gaze.
Wheww.
It wasn’t the sound of the wind. There was a huge bird in their sight. A grand bird was flying towards them.
‘That’s… not a flight!’
The Grandbird is in the process of falling. It is a company of elite soldiers dispatched by the imperial family to protect Amret. It is going down with those soldiers on board.
The two large pupils of its eyes, as large as its body, are horribly damaged. The beak is also shattered into pieces.
“f*ck! Get in here! Jump up now!”
Kwakwakwakwang.
The Grandbird collided with the outer wall of the White Tower. For a moment, it seemed as if the White Tower was about to sway violently, but it narrowly avoided collapse thanks to defensive magic.
Kwakwakwakwang!
With a loud noise, the Grandbird fell to the ground. As it fell over the residential area of the citizens, chaos unfolded. Screams and cries echoed throughout the world.
and.
Thump, thump, thump, thump!
It was the sound of the magic carved into the spiral staircase being shattered with a crash. If it continued like this, it would be an immediate fall.
“Are you still alive? Hold on tight!”
“… … !”
“What the heck… What the heck! I told you, you won’t leave me alone!”
The stairs descended one by one from the back. The immediate priority was to reach the top. The two began to run at high speed, performing the ‘Shadow Rhyme’.
“Gasp, gasp.”
The top of the White Tower.
Rubin and Killian reached the top safely before the stairs were completely broken. What they were met with was a heavy silence.
Right now, chaos was unfolding on the ground due to the disaster of the crash of the Grandbird, but the commotion did not reach here. The wind howled as if it was the only survivor here.
“That is Amret’s mansion.”
At the center of the top of the White Tower, a person was seen lying face down, facing the mansion. It was the servant who had just guided Killian.
“Already dead.”
It looks neat, so it’s not because of the aftereffects of the fall.
Amret’s madness? Rampage? If he’s crazy enough to take back his psychic magic and crash Granbird, then it’s entirely possible.
but.
‘It’s not magic.’
There was a trace of the sword. The trajectory of the sword that cut right through the heart. It wasn’t simple swordsmanship. It was a swordsmanship of such a level that it was impossible to find an example.
The bastard probably didn’t even realize he was being stabbed.
“… Rubin. Things have changed. Go back. This is the end of accepting guests.”
Killian seems to have noticed too, as he displays a determination he’s never seen before.
“I decided to help you because I wanted to save you, not because I wanted to help you. That’s it. Go back. This is an order.”
An order from a direct descendant of Roinen? It was a funny joke, but Rubin didn’t laugh. He was ready to subdue Rubin if he didn’t follow it.
Killian threw the bottle of Oakum down the tower and looked down at his sword, thinking that this might be his last mission.
“Someone attacked Amret.”
“I know, kid. That’s why I’m telling you to get out now!”
And now Amret is dying.
Killian, who cannot sense mana, would not know that the mana that makes up the White Tower is leaking out like a waterfall.
“… … .”
Rubin’s gaze is drawn to Yorick’s skull. Inside it, the dragon’s tears glow yellow.
If Amret dies… what happens then?
at that time.
Something happened that would make Rubin and Killian react instinctively.
An intense dark smoke began to spread out from Amret’s snow-white mansion.
Rubin unconsciously gripped the blood frost tightly. The frost rose up with fierce momentum.
“no way…….”
“perhaps……!”
The two immediately jumped out. The defensive magic surrounding the mansion had already been shattered. There was nothing that could stop them.
Rubin recalled his memories and headed straight to Amret’s room. Amret’s residence was rather simple for a royal family member to live in.
“Khuuuuk. Heuheuheuheu.”
A sound that sounds like crying or laughing is heard.
A man was lying down.
Amret turned his head and saw Rubin, smiling terribly. His eyes were empty.
“… … .”
And the familiar back of the figure looking down at the dying Yemdonggoeje.
There was no need to check the face.
Because her red hair, which fell down to her shoulders and was reminiscent of blood, told me who she was.
Grrrrr.
The roar of a beast was heard from the corner. The red-eyed ‘Roho’, the king of all Roinecros in the world, was watching his master’s hunt.
