Prince of Mainrat (1)
Flight magic is impossible.
Even the most famous magician could only use [Leap] and [Stay] temporarily, and when he reached the edge of the circle, he had to come back down to the ground.
It was a problem with the properties of the circle.
The magic formula was first activated in the position where it was first deployed, and after it was deployed, it could not be moved. The problem was that there was no floating magic stone to support the magic that had left the circle, even if it was attempted to double-spread.
Therefore, ‘flight’ is not magic, but a human achievement. What Cleo himself did was merely assistance.
All magic became silent and the ether subsided.
The forest regained its tranquility.
As he took a moment to catch his breath, all his strength left his body. His long body fell limply, his knees scraping against the tough grass and branches.
Even when I was lying down, I felt dizzy and the sky was spinning. I felt dizzy as if all the stars had turned into comets.
It was clearly an ether exhaustion. I was so nervous that the feeling of exhaustion after all the ether was exhausted at once arrived a little late.
‘It’s definitely a bigger burden than applying magic to just one Arthur. With two people and the machine added to it… .’
I was more exhausted than when I had killed the demon at Tergesti Port, and I felt like I would faint if I moved even slightly.
Thud.
The blood dripped down my cheek and into my ear, soaking the grass. The vivid “perception” made the iron smell of blood stronger, making me feel nauseous.
But it was not the time to lie down.
After a few failed attempts, Kleio managed to get up by leaning on a tree stump. He roughly wiped the blood off his nose with the back of his hand.
The wizard forced his trembling legs to move.
‘I have to go to Arthur.’
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Tromos Nothea was a thoroughgoing atheist. He did not believe in ghosts or evil spirits.
If there is a transcendence that surpasses humans, then it doesn’t make sense that he, who has slaughtered countless humans throughout his life, is still alive. Wouldn’t it be right to strangle at least one of the spirits of those who died after drinking the hydra’s poison?
That never happened, and Tromos always slept soundly without dreams.
But even this worn-out mercenary had no doubt that the madness of the Albion royal family was real. The rumors of the ancient curse were not a myth.
‘Because I actually saw it.’
Isn’t the very presence of the black-haired prince who arrived here proof of that madness?
Obsession with power, uncompromising cruelty, a noble but uncompromising will, and a rage burning in his dark eyes without a source.
‘Yeah, that anger.’
A bitter hatred that eats away at my flesh and burns my bones.
Tromos always found that emotion, which he considered excessive for the heir of a kingdom he had grown up supporting, to be astonishing.
‘I thought the prince had finally gone completely crazy. But then this happened. No, this wasn’t madness, but a premonition. What difference could there be between the two?’
Aslan started from Klaipeda and moved west, gathering the will of the lords and knights of Mainrad.
The prince originally planned to arrive in Ince tomorrow, the last day of the Vineyard Festival, leading his loyal knights. He also planned a grand parade and review to show off his power.
It was this afternoon that Aslan, who had been gathering all the knights stationed in Izens, received a telegram saying that he would be staying in Viertel, half a day’s train ride away.
But on this night, the prince of Albion and the son of Mainrat was acting like he was possessed by something and was wiping down Tromos.
Even when he had hastily announced his visit by phone, Tromos did not believe the prince.
The prince eventually appeared in Izens riding alone.
It was a midnight rumble for Tromos.
The keys to the lab were under his pillow, and there had been no warning that the organ had been tampered with, so his nervous warnings against intrusion were hard to accept.
But Aslan’s words were proven right at this moment.
Tromos bowed his head deeply on the dirt floor beneath the prince who was mounted on his black horse and pleaded like a servant.
“This foolish man could not even report the truth, yet you saw through the truth. That is truly foresight. Punish the fool who did not believe in miracles. I did not fully understand Your Majesty’s lofty intentions, so I will sacrifice my life to fulfill Your Majesty’s intentions….”
Aslan coldly cut off the words of the man who sounded mean at first glance but was by no means loyal.
The son of the Black Lady, to whom the former mercenary Tromos had pledged the rest of his life’s loyalty, was a very difficult opponent to serve.
The prince looked down at Tromos coldly, as if he considered even mixing words dirty.
“I did not allow that mouth to open. Bring that thing in and make him reveal the purpose of the invasion. Bring him back alive.”
Tromos slowly raised his head.
Where Aslan’s long fingertips pointed, there stood an invader covered in blood, facing off against soldiers.
“I will carry out your orders.”
thud.
Tromos, who hit his head on the dirt again, bounced up and drew his sword.
A masked intruder was cornered in front of a cliff where a raging river flowed around the mountain. Even though he was fighting dozens of soldiers alone, the intruder’s movements were only slowed down, not inaccurate.
The rifle’s barrel snapped before it could fire, and the horse fell to the ground with its legs cut off.
It was clear that the intruder was a swordsman of a level that ordinary soldiers could not deal with.
Slurp.
Tromos drew his sword. Flamberge, with a yo-yo aura, was dragged out of his scabbard.
The sawtooth-like, curved blade was designed to tear flesh and scrape bones once it entered a person.
It was a sword that had been with Tromos for a long time, but had never returned to its scabbard without shedding blood.
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As they separated from Kleio and Fran and raced down the mountain path, there were no knights among the pursuers chasing Arthur and Isiel.
Because it was dark, the shots kept missing. As they got closer, they stabbed with bayonets.
Even though they were a well-trained soldier and a well-trained dog, it was not an opponent that two people could not overcome, but the delay in fighting without the help of Aether was a defeat.
But raising ether was dangerous. A mere thief being ether-sensitive would arouse unnecessary suspicion. It was difficult to use the sword unless you wanted to kill all the soldiers.
After a drawn-out fight, Arthur realized he had completely missed his chance to gently pull away.
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The surroundings were dark and filled with the sound of dogs barking and soldiers shouting, but that didn’t matter.
Arthur looked beyond the commotion.
It was more of a premonition than a sighting.
A sensation similar to a hallucination.
A warning that makes your heart pound unpleasantly.
The third prince of Albion knew that his brother was within reach.
‘I’m glad I could send Isiel ahead of time before Aslan arrives.’
In front of a knight who can use the [Ether Detection] skill, it was like hiding one’s sword energy and hiding one’s eyes.
Even so, he couldn’t fight with all his might. He just ended up as a suspicious thief who was hiding his etheric sensitivity.
Since he and Isiel wielded their swords in exactly the same way, they were a combination that stood out when they moved together.
Aslan had seen how Arthur moved when he gave it his all. Aslan was also present during the first-year final exam.
With the combination of the ethereal level, the unusually bright light of Arthur’s sword energy, and the swordsmanship he used, it was only a matter of time before his identity was discovered.
So Arthur pushed Isiel, who was standing back to back, into the river before the rider leading the black horse could even show himself.
The dark blue stream flowing through the mountains was so strong that even the most skilled knights would not be able to easily jump in.
[Reinforcement] is not omnipotent either, so if you fall into water you will drown, and it does not create swimming skills that you do not have.
Fortunately, Isiel was an incredibly good swimmer. Once he got into the water, the blood trail and smell would disappear, so it would be easy to escape tracking.
Because it happened so close together, to the pursuers it simply appeared that one of the fugitives had lost his footing on the cliff.
As a result,
Arthur was left alone in front of a dead-end cliff with only the river behind him.
‘Anyway, the lure was successful.’
Now it was time for the other children to finish their mission and escape.
Counting the number of people, it seemed that the group that had been chasing us earlier was all gathered here.
Arthur’s feet were a mess of dead dog carcasses and the blood of wounded soldiers who couldn’t get up.
The horses that had fallen to the side were spewing blood and swearing, and the remaining soldiers were unable to approach Arthur and were simply aiming their swords at him.
So, Aslan appeared on the stage where Arthur was standing.
When Tromos bowed to Aslan and was referred to as ‘that’ by his brother, Arthur also heard their conversation.
As for the 3 princes, it’s under the tightly wrapped masks.
‘Finally, there are people speaking Albion. It’s good to know what they’re saying.’
I was thinking something like that.
Looking at the photo, Tromos, whose face had become familiar, was acting almost servilely towards Aslan, but somehow he did not seem to be offering sincere loyalty.
‘Why does it seem like Aslan gets more and more upset the more I apologize?’
At times like this, regret and reflection are useless, so you will have a better chance of winning if you eat with an easy mind.
The operation to extract the secret to making Hydra’s venom was a success.
‘The recipe documents should be safe since Fran and Clayo took them.’
The current predicament did not arise from errors in planning or execution.
There was no sign of tracking during the infiltration, and none of the equipment inside the tower was touched.
If the smart Fran and Kleio worked hard to overcome each stage and then got caught, it was not due to human intervention.
Doesn’t Tromos also have Aslan’s ‘prophecy’ in his mouth?
‘It felt strange that I got caught so quickly. I had a strange feeling.’
For the first time in a long time, Arthur is faced with a vision.
It’s a memory of the future that’s so old it’s almost worn away.
A moment of realization that, on a subject that cannot be foreseen like a prophecy, actually makes the current situation pale in comparison.
In his future memories, he crosses swords with Aslan.
The location of the showdown is both a forest and a wilderness.
But no matter where you fight, the result is the same.
From the moment their first sword strikes, filled with murderous intent, struck each other, the two brothers realized.
This is a confrontation that has been repeated many times.
The series of events that were both past and future, and future and past, almost drove Arthur crazy.
If it weren’t for the magician who fixed the present as the present, Arthur’s life would have also become a framework of repetition that he had to endure every day.
Arthur understands Aslan to some extent.
That baseless premonition may have driven Aslan astray, just as it had driven Arthur.
As always, I feel calmer before a collision.
Cleo would be furious if he heard this, but Arthur would rather fight an arrogant strong man than a desperate weak man.
‘He came running in the middle of the night, treated like a crazy person even by his own subordinates, and the main camp was raided. Hmm. He must be angry.’
Finally, Tromos drew his sword.
The veteran mercenary bounced back like a water spring and aimed straight for Arthur’s head.
When Arthur, realizing that it was a trick, took a step back, Tromos immediately used his left foot as a pivot to cut the intruder’s shoulder.
Arthur bent his upper body flexibly and struck För’s right hand with the blade of his sword.
Kakang!
Woohoo!
Even though he had used considerable force, the sword bounced off. The unexpected recoil made Arthur lose his balance.
‘Metal prosthetic hand!’
Tromos’ right arm began to glow beneath his clothes. The intricately crafted metal prosthetic arm was equipped with an ether battery.
I had heard of such a thing through rumors, but this was my first time actually seeing it.
‘What the hell.’
Arthur, who tried to avoid using ether as much as possible, cursed inwardly.
There was a limit to using a sword like a street thug. The more times the swords crossed, the greater the risk of being discovered.
The black gold of the guard who had not been wearing his sword vibrated madly as it struck the flamberge that was shining softly.
Kagan!
Tromos pushed Arthur back towards the cliff with his swords facing each other.
Ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki!
There was an eerie sound.
Tromos, who had sharpened the blade of Arthur’s sword, entangled Arthur in his guard and pulled him towards him, then skillfully turned his sword and cut straight into his thigh.
Phew!
Blood gushed from Arthur’s thigh.
Tromos’s snake-like swordsmanship was difficult to deal with without revealing his true form.
Arthur, who followed with his whole body as if trying not to let go of the sword and gave flesh to Flamberge, blocked the path of the opponent’s sword’s retreat and recklessly applied force.
Ki-gi-gi-gik. Kkak-kak.
The guards of the two entangled swords made a strange metallic noise. As Arthur’s sword broke, Tromos’ prosthetic hand, which had been forced to use the wrong direction, also broke unnaturally.
Snap!
In terms of sheer brute force, Arthur had the upper hand.
Arthur snatched the Flamberge from the twisted prosthetic arm and kicked the long leg upward, separating the prosthetic arm from Tromos’ arm.
Hot.
The joint was completely torn off, and blood oozed out from Tromos’ shoulder.
