Episode 60
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While Lord Helmut was holding back the main force of hardliner elders pouring in through the main gate, several elders took advantage of the gap and successfully infiltrated the upper floors of the Saxon Duke’s Castle.
And then there were the defenders of the House of Saxony blocking their way.
“The black agent… … !”
It was a woman in a suit with a shining monocle. One of the elders of the black tower shouted at the sight of her.
Eris, the secretary of the Black Lord and the Black Agent.
Moreover, the term ‘Secretary of the Black Tower’ did not mean ‘just a secretary’.
“I never thought there would be so many fools who would go against the Lord.”
In front of the elder who could not hide his embarrassment, Eris muttered bitterly.
“You still say that after seeing the current black magic tower!”
The elder of the black tower snapped back, as if he couldn’t stand the sight.
“Black Agent, can’t you see the Black Tower that has fallen into ruin and has lost its thoughts, and the Tower Lord who has become weak?”
“You said that the Black Tower is dead and the Tower Lord is weak?”
“Yes, led by the warmth and affection of family, I forgot the spirit of the Black Tower──.”
It was just then.
“under!”
Eris burst into laughter, as if she couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“What’s so funny?”
“How dare a mere elder of the 6th Circle try to measure the vessel of the Black Tower Lord.”
Eris opened her mouth, her monocle glowing coldly.
“Just because a wolf wears sheep’s clothing doesn’t mean he has a sheepish nature.”
“What the heck… … .”
“No matter how much the devil disguises himself as an angel, his wings cannot become the feathers of an angel.”
Black magic swirled around his feet, and Eris laughed as if she couldn’t stand the laughter.
“High-Ranking Extinction: Event Horizon.”
Eris opened her mouth. Before she knew it, the ‘Death Stars’ began to circle around her like satellites. Celestial bodies that suck in everything through gravity, and from which not even light can escape. Black holes.
“Oh, Princess of Darkness!”
I’m embarrassed to even think about it myself, so I rarely reveal it to others…
Before becoming the agent of the Black Tower, and even the secretary of the Black Tower Lord, she was a black magician of the 7th circle who was once known by the nickname of ‘Princess of Darkness’.
“… … Be swallowed up in darkness.”
Dark Princess.
She was a self-proclaimed nickname that was swept away by the girlish spirit of her reckless childhood, and her naming sense that made her wake up from her sleep was a dark history that has tormented her to this day.
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“This f*cking, this f*cking… … !”
There was a man whose blood was boiling, just like Walter the Bloodthirsty. He was standing in front of a 6th circle elf wizard.
“I will kill you, I will kill you!”
The elder in the black tower, his blood boiling and on the verge of evaporation, shouted.
“I will torment you and torment you until you beg me to stop the suffering and kill you… …!”
In the midst of the 《Blue Dissonance》 resonating from all directions, with truly desperate struggles.
“I really can’t understand why a wizard who is supposed to keep his composure is so angry.”
Looking at that sight, Sepia tilted her head as if she couldn’t understand.
As a water attribute magician of the 6th circle, she accurately targets all magic shot at her, and returns each and every one to nothing. Using her boastful disarming magic, she blocks, blocks, and blocks again all of her opponents’ movements.
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Contrary to popular belief, Ray Yuris was not a mere adopted son of the Blood Lord.
He is the successor to the legacy of the great clan’s blood. He is the successor to the legacy of the Red Tower.
《Young Blood》.
The Yuris clan, Ray Yuris was there.
“S, your true identity is… …!”
The elder of the black tower muttered in disbelief at the sight, leaving behind the blood flowing down his body.
“I do not hate the blood of the wicked.”
Ray Yuris smiled softly, licking the blood around his lips and showing off his sharp fangs.
What flowed through Ray Yuris’ body was the history of blood and the power of blood ties built up by the ‘Yuris clan’, and it was incomparable to the bond between a parent and a child.
“I can’t disappoint my father.”
Ray Yuris stomped the ground and charged forward, and it was an absurd physical ability that surpassed that of an Auror Knight. It was not based on the power of Auror or magic, but on the overwhelming physical ability that was purely possessed by the species.
In this world, there is no need to say anything about the ending of a wizard who gives up his distance from a knight.
Furthermore, the wizard who kept his distance from the vampire was no exception.
Kwajik!
Just like that, Ray Yuris’ fangs dug into the nape of the Black Tower Elder’s neck. At the same time, the blood inside his body began to flow back into Ray’s mouth.
“Ugh, ugh!”
The blood of the 6th circle warlock was dripping down from the vampire’s fangs and the bio-fusion artifact ‘Dragon’s Jawbone’. The real reason Ray Yuris came to Saxony’s frozen land for ‘Black Exchange’.
“This is the magic power of a 6th circle warlock… … .”
After muttering, he rotated the two circles on his heart.
A fiery red magic that burns like magma, and a dark black magic that looks like looking into the bottom of the night.
Fire and darkness.
Red and black magic mixed together and swirled around his feet like a whirlpool.
The cold, dark magic that Dale had once shown… …like that of the Black Blue.
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“Mother, Lize!”
When Dale crossed the corridors of the castle and arrived at the bedroom of the Duke and Duchess of Saxony.
“You have come, Confucius!”
In front of that room, there was a fortress boasting an ironclad defense, along with the Night Raven Knights of the castle.
The vassal knights who usually stayed at the Saxon Duke’s Castle and protected their lord. Among them, the most skilled of the Night Raven Knights, following in the footsteps of Lord Helmut, were there.
Knowing the weight of their weight, they do not normally reveal their presence and do not even join the knights’ training. Furthermore, they are knights who have taken a ‘vow of silence’ and sworn to become the shadow of the Duke of Saxony for the rest of their lives.
The highest bodyguard directly under the Duke of Saxony.
The Grave Guard knelt before Dale in unison and thrust their swords vertically.
Even if the elder of the Black Tower opens the world of thoughts… … a skilled swordsman with the power to break that barrier.
Each and every one of them is an Avatar user, or in other words, a knight who has surpassed even the Auror Knights and reached the level of an ‘Auror Master’. These are portrait users of the ability who can deploy the ultimate battle form of a knight.
Just as magicians above the 4th circle and those using magic of mass destruction are prohibited from engaging in a dispute between lower-level lords, the participation of ‘avatar power users’ who have the level of Auror Master is also prohibited.
Because it brings about too great a sacrifice.
It was in this context that the best forces participating in the Black and White Rotation were limited to Auror Knights such as Lord Bale and Lord Milvas.
And the knights of the Auror Master, the guardians of the tomb, are guarding the bedroom of the Duke and Duchess of Saxony. As the Black Duke said, the Saxon fortress was not so weak that it could be brought down by a few elders of a single tower.
“Eww, oppa!”
In the midst of the sudden commotion, Lize bursts into tears in fear. Even though she is too young to know the world, she senses the ominous atmosphere lurking within the Saxon duchy.
“Lize, come here.”
“Brother, I’m scared!”
“Don’t be afraid. There is nothing to be afraid of.”
Dale’s little sister was shaking in fear. Dale rushed over and hugged her. Lize couldn’t hold back her sadness any longer and raised her voice.
“Because I will protect you.”
“Me, really?”
“then.”
I bit my lips softly at the sight of that small, fragile life trembling.
“Dale… … .”
“Don’t worry, Mother.”
Dale smiles at Elena, who is holding her breath. An unknown emotion is squeezing Dale’s heart.
“Because they will never reach your mother or Lize.”
Dale opened his mouth blandly, leaving behind the ‘black tentacles’ that were squeezing his heart.
“Lord Helmut is tying up the enemy’s main force, and the castle’s high-ranking magicians are holding back the elders who are trying to infiltrate the upper level.”
From Dale’s side, Lord Vale of Baskerville reported.
High-ranking magicians of the castle. Including Eris and Sepia, they are loyal to the ‘Duke of Saxony’ and not the Black Tower.
To be frank, the chances of reaching this place were slim. However, considering the one in a thousand chance, the knights of House Saxony were guarding this place, and the skills of the Auror Masters here were beyond doubt.
It was these very strongest knights who protected the people of the Duke of Saxony.
However, Dale had no intention of being unilaterally protected by them. Moreover, it was not Dale’s role to protect this place.
That role will fall to these Grave Guards.
“Please take care of your mother and Lize.”
“Dale!”
“Oh, Your Majesty!”
“Please trust me.”
Leaving Elena behind, who was flustered, Dale gave orders to the knights of House Saxony. He then walked through the darkness of the castle.
I want to become a hunter who is always looking for ‘prey’ and make them pay the price for their foolishness in daring to go against the Black Tower system.
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Bellok, the leader of the Black Red Guard and a 6th Circle Warlock, was crossing the corridors of the castle.
During the war, the Black Red Prisoners’ biological laboratory. A utopia equipped with everything needed to pursue the truth. A devil’s paradise. There, I recall the realm and enlightenment of the 6th Circle, built without any regard for morality.
It was then that a presence was felt in the castle hallway, beyond the ominous shadows.
‘Night Raven Knight… … ?’
No. There was only one sound.
‘I thought I’d trip over myself!’
Belloc let out a cheer at the sight. His target and prey was there.
“Oh, this is it. Isn’t that the Black Prince?”
Son of the Black Knight. Belloc smiled softly.
“… … .”
But the ‘Black Prince’ did not answer right away. He simply felt the presence of tentacles wriggling along his heart in the indescribable darkness and silence.
“Do you still not understand your situation?”
The hunter who found the monster opened his mouth.
“Does the name ‘Successor of the Black Tower’ sound so funny?”
The warlock believed himself to be a monster without a doubt, so Dale had nothing to fear either.
It was finally time to hunt monsters.
