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Four hours have passed.
The citizens of Ultos gathered like clouds in front of the Gate of Trials in Ultos Castle.
It wasn’t a day when any event was specifically scheduled, but it seemed like everyone dropped their jobs and came running as soon as they heard the news.
It is a world where civilization is not as developed as on Earth, so there is little entertainment. It is impossible to just pass by when such a big event takes place in the place where you live.
“Sorcal! Sorcal! Sorcal!”
Four hours is not enough time for the news to reach all the citizens of the vast castle and for them to gather together.
Yet a huge crowd gathered and chanted Sorcal’s name.
I can’t hear Rakia’s name.
Sorcal is a male born to the daughter of the Ultos clan.
With his background and having shown extraordinary achievements since childhood, it was inevitable that he would be overwhelmingly popular here.
‘It must feel like being a sports team going on an away game to a rival team’s home ground.’
Mord smiled bitterly behind his mask.
It doesn’t matter to him, but it will put a lot of pressure on Rakia and her group.
“… … .”
As he made his way through the cheering crowd to the Gate of Trials, Mord suddenly stopped.
It was the same with Sedea.
The two looked at each other in disbelief, though their expressions were not visible because they were both wearing masks.
Huh?
Ragnas, who had been following behind the two, tilted his head as if he couldn’t understand why the two were doing that.
Mord and Sedea looked down at Ragnath and laughed.
“… What unexpected timing.”
“Yes.”
The two people’s gazes were directed in the same direction.
Among the crowd enthusiastically chanting Sorcal’s name, there was someone whose eyes met theirs.
It was a woman with a hood pulled down. She smiled with bright green-gray eyes through her crimson hair reminiscent of the sunset.
She met their gazes, put her finger to her lips, winked one eye, and waved her hand as she disappeared into the crowd.
“also.”
Mord smiled brightly behind his mask.
“I knew it.”
“I believed it.”
Two people who shared the same feelings looked at each other.
“It’s a shame that we can’t finish it quickly. I made that promise for nothing.”
“There’s no way around it. After enduring the long wait, even if we add a little more waiting, it will be a sweetener for the greater joy.”
The two entered the gates of trial, feeling a fierce desire rising within their hearts.
* * *
The ordeal was a completely separate space, a dungeon, from the outside. Naturally, no matter how loud the sound was from outside, it wouldn’t be transmitted.
“It’s quiet now.”
Rakia grumbled.
Although she was a courageous woman, the atmosphere just now seemed quite burdensome.
Mord said.
“This is similar to the trials of Bayora.”
“All previous trials have this kind of atmosphere. There are also parts where the content is shared.”
Mord tilted his head inwardly after hearing Sarak’s explanation.
‘Did you actually subcontract it to the exact same guy to make it?’
I couldn’t shake off those doubts.
Sorcal said.
“Then let’s begin.”
And those who were not of the divine blood of Ordas began to take the lead and pave the way to the ‘true ordeal’.
* * *
The process of conquering the ordeal was very smooth.
No, it was easy, if not smooth.
This is because the power that the Ultos clan gave to Sorcal as an assistant was so overwhelming.
“He must have been anxious because he couldn’t show off much.”
Rakia grumbled softly.
Her party had nothing to do at all, because as soon as the enemy appeared, Sorcal’s party dealt with them.
But that is not kindness or consideration.
Sarak’s expression hardened.
“Not only Sir Tasor, but also Sir Lakos, Sir Delise, and Sir Sertan… You would only see this many people in one place in a duke-level dungeon.”
Tasor was not alone when he escaped from the castle of Ordas.
He escaped by bringing in at least one more person he could be sure was an ally, and among them, he thought was important.
Lakos and Delise are figures who excelled in the competition for succession with the deceased former head of the family.
Sertan, who was also of the same generation as Gaju, was one of the few new bloods in Ordas who chose the path of a magician.
And among those who chose that path, he is the most accomplished and is considered one of the strongest magicians in Ordas, a high-ranking magician of the divine blood.
Moreover, these were not the only helpers. They were followed by powerful warriors and magicians who were of lower rank than them but were not enough to be described as simply elite.
‘I guess Rakia wouldn’t want to come here. It must have been worse than expected.’
Neither Rakia nor Sarak could have guessed that Tasor would escape to Ultos Castle with such a large group of people.
Anyway, they got through the ordeal at incredible speed… … .
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“Is that what you said?”
Tasor asked Sorcal.
This is because Mord opened his divine blood and smeared it with blood whenever he encountered the sign of Ordas during the trials, and he saw that by repeating this action seven times, he obtained a fragment of the world.
“That’s right.”
“hmm…….”
Tasor frowned.
I don’t know what the World Fragment is, but I could tell at a glance that it was a collection of extraordinary powers.
‘That’s what my father told me before.’
As Mord had predicted, the upper echelons of Ordas knew that when the Age of Chaos arrived, they would be able to obtain world fragments through trials.
However, it was just kept secret to be passed on to the next head of the family once it was confirmed.
‘It’s heartbreaking that my savings have turned into waste, but there’s nothing I can do about it. More than that… … .’
Tasor, who clicked his tongue, narrowed his eyes as he watched Mord release his transformation after absorbing the world fragments.
‘I really don’t know their true identity. Judging from their size, I’d think they’re the divine blood of Bernas, but there’s no way Ordas would send those damned bastards as lions.’
Since Sorcal kept the secret, Tasor had no idea who Mord was.
It was unimaginable that Ordas would send Bernas’s new blood as a messenger to save the family.
‘The divine… is unfamiliar. I’ve never seen such a divine being.’
Tasor had traveled all over the continent, experiencing both the Northern White Magical Realm and the Southern Great Magical Realm.
Since I have seen various divine beings in the process, I was able to identify most divine beings.
But I don’t know how many times I’ve seen Mord’s divinity open up right before my eyes.
It meant that the mask of the sun god was being very effective.
‘But it’s clear that this isn’t an ordinary bet. I’ve only seen the first stage, but this is the first time I’ve seen such perfect control of divinity. It’s almost artistic.’
It was impressive to Tasor that Mord could transform in an instant without any grand influence on those around him.
No, it was not just impressive, it was shocking.
He was the highest in status among the existing Ordas gods, and because he had a deep understanding of divinity, he could understand how great this was.
‘What on earth does he mean? There must be a secret that Sorkal is not telling me.’
He had a great talent for reading people’s minds.
So I could see that there was a secret that Sorkal wasn’t telling me, and that it was a matter separate from faith.
‘Sorcal… is reluctant to see that man.’
And the fact that Sorcal is disgusted by Mord.
‘I don’t know why you are reluctant to accept the Lion of Ordas, but… … .’
I don’t know about other people, but if someone as tall as Sorcal is doing that, there must be a good reason.
Tasor hoped that the reason would not be fatal to Sorcal… … .
* * *
“Wird, I want to get through this ordeal without your help.”
When faced with the real ordeal, Sorcal made a declaration that surprised everyone.
“Sorcal, why are you doing that?”
Tassore was shocked as there was no prior consultation.
Everyone recognizes Mord as the messenger of Ordash.
But why on earth would you choose to undertake the trial without Mord’s help?
“I’m sorry, Mr. Swan.”
Sorcal apologized to Tasor and continued speaking.
“I want to prove it.”
“What are you talking about?”
“That I am worthy of the great Ordas’s approval.”
“what?”
“When we were in danger, Ordas sent us a revelation through a dream. By following that revelation, we were able to meet these messengers of Ordas and have the chance to face Kaidal once again.”
Sorcal was usually a blunt and reserved man, but he could be a eloquent speaker whenever necessary.
Because that was the virtue that anyone who wanted to become a head of a household had to have.
“But I do not want to be satisfied with that. Having escaped death by the helping hand of the gods, I now want to stand up to fate and prove myself worthy of taking the throne of Ordas.”
Sorcal’s eyes were firm, and his voice had a power that reached deep into the heart.
‘God has given me the opportunity, so now I will prove my worth to God without His help! By doing so, I will receive His admiration and recognition!’
Sorcal’s argument touched people’s hearts.
Most of the people standing here are warriors.
They were fascinated by Sorcal’s manly will to prove himself by taking on the difficult path.
Tasor nodded with a moved expression.
“I understand what you mean. I will help you with all my might. I believe that you will be able to overcome any ordeal that Ordas gives you.”
“thank you.”
Sorcal’s gaze turned to Rakia.
“Rakia, what are you going to do?”
“… … .”
Rakia clicked her tongue inwardly and glared at Sorcal.
‘I never thought it would turn out like this. Sorcal, you sinister guy.’
What if Rakia says she will just receive help from Mord’s party?
Unlike Sorcal, wouldn’t he be treated as a coward without courage?
From an objective standpoint, it is a completely unfair condition, as Sorcal has powerful forces including Tasor as his supporters.
‘Damn it. I can’t help it… … .’
It was when Rakia was thinking about her answer.
Someone from behind gently grabbed her hand.
‘Saraq?’
With her extrasensory senses, she could tell without even looking back.
Sarak, who approached quietly, slowly shook his head.
The implications of that action were clear.
‘…okay.’
Rakia felt her hot head cool down. It felt like her narrowed field of vision was widening again.
“I will take Lord Wird with me as my assistant, just like last time.”
“… … .”
Those words created a strange atmosphere.
Tasor looked as if he had never expected Rakia to say something like that, while the others looked blatantly disappointed or critical.
‘What do you want me to do? Do you think I’ll do whatever you want if you look at me like that?’
But once Rakia made up her mind, she confidently accepted those gazes.
‘You can’t fall for such a trick and do something stupid. Even if you suffer humiliation here, it will only be temporary. You will be the one who will regret it later, Sorcal.’
Anyway, as long as Sorcal exists, the Ultos clan will not support Rakia. There was no way to gain their favor from the beginning.
Are you willing to risk your own life to gain favor from those who hate you and have been prepared to hate you from the start?
That is just foolishness.
Sarak stopped her before she got caught up in the situation and made a wrong choice, which helped her realize what was important.
‘You’re a smart guy. But this time, your smarts are holding you back.’
Sorcal did not directly see how Mord helped Rakia.
Last time we talked about our strategies, I don’t think you would have thought that everything that happened there was just a result of us following Mord’s choices.
‘Because you never look down on me.’
It would be difficult to find someone who rates Rakia as highly as Sorcal.
Of course, the same was true for Rakia’s evaluation of Sorcal.
Because they were in a relationship where they acknowledged each other and tried to know each other a little better, Rakia was able to read Sorcal’s mind to some extent.
Sorcal would have assumed that Rakia had taken the lead in the last ordeal. Who would have imagined that Rakia had left everything to Mord and eaten it raw?
‘To be honest, I felt a little guilty. I wondered if it was okay to eat it like this.’
So when Sorcal speculates about how Mord might have helped Rakia, he can only rely on his own experience. His experience of receiving help from Sedeah.
But Sedea’s attitude toward the ordeal was completely different from Mord’s. Sorcal did not know the difference.
‘If I had known, I would never have made this choice.’
Mord, as far as Rakia could tell, was a fair person.
He does his job faithfully, regardless of what feelings Sorcal has for him.
What if Sorcal had overcome his uneasiness toward Mord and had been willing to engage in a conversation to find out information?
‘I should have just told you.’
Rakia was sure that Mord would have told her the truth.
But Sorcal could not forget his brother’s grudge. For a greater purpose, and because Mord was the messenger of Ordas, he suppressed his emotions and showed respect, but it was too much.
Sorcal looked at her for a moment and then said.
“Okay. Good luck. Can I go first this time?”
“Yeah. Good luck to you too.”
If it had been somewhere else, it might have been different, but the conditions here were too poor to fight Sorcal. So Rakia swallowed her pride and let Sorcal go first.
“Let’s go in.”
Sorcal led thirteen of Ordas’s divine bloods into the Gate of Trials.
“Then let’s go too.”
Just like Sorcal did in the trials of Bayora, Rakia waited for a minute before setting off.
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