Episode 980
A nameless castle that has remained untouched by human hands for hundreds of years.
A woman dressed in a white maid’s dress walks between the blackened walls.
She entered the rusty iron door without hesitation, as if she was familiar with this faded place.
As the maid entered the door, the stage lights slowly began to turn on and off, brightening the surroundings.
Unlike the outer wall, which had collapsed and crumbled due to lack of management, the inner wall was decorated with more splendid colors than the Balkar royal castle. It looked like the word “splendid” had been applied as wallpaper.
“… … .”
Kubara, Derus’ maid and informant, walked gracefully up the red-carpeted stairs to the top floor of the castle.
dripping.
She took a short breath and knocked on the only door on the top floor.
“Come in.”
After hearing the voice telling me to come in, I counted to three and opened the door.
Swish.
The smell of old books wafts through the crack in the door. In front of the bookshelf filled with old books of unknown names. The man who had been buried in the black sofa slowly raises his gaze.
“What’s going on?”
Derus Robert. He was not a public enemy of the continent and a fugitive, but he was looking down on the world from the darkness of the overlord.
“…there’s a problem.”
Kubara lowered his eyes and knelt before Delus.
“Let me tell you.”
Derus nodded calmly, unfazed by the word problem.
“Laon Sieghart… .”
“Raon?”
However, as soon as Raon’s name was mentioned, a dull wave spread across Delus’s smooth forehead.
“It’s that guy again?”
“Hmm….”
Cuba pressed his lips against the aura of death emanating from Derus.
“Please continue talking.”
Derus closed the book he was reading, his breath calming down.
“Yes. Laon Sieghart and his men erased all the divine powers left to the humans of Balkar.”
“what…?”
He opened his eyes wide as if he had never expected to hear such a report.
“Is that true?”
“yes.”
He nodded heavily, saying that he had come back after seeing it in person.
“Tell me more. What did he do?”
Derus pushed himself off the sofa and raised his upper body.
“As you know, the Emperor did not send back those who had been exposed to Raphael’s divine power, but left them in the capital. Today, he suddenly summoned everyone, so I was waiting to see what he would do… .”
Kubara continued speaking, caressing her red lips.
“They sang to everyone in the royal capital.”
She frowned, saying it was a completely unexpected means.
“Song? Did you just say song?”
Derus also frowned as if he didn’t understand.
“Yes. When the Inspector of the Storm and Saint Olga climbed up the tower and sang, all the humans who had been fascinated by Raphael’s divine power returned to normal.”
Kuba nodded, saying that the whole of Balkar was in chaos because of that song.
“A song… If you think about it, it does have potential.”
Derus let out a low groan, saying that it didn’t seem entirely impossible.
“But why did Raon Sieghart’s name come up there?”
“Laon Sieghardt was standing behind the singer. The blue energy emanating from him gave strength to the song.”
He pursed his lips, saying that Cuba is something you can only experience if you see it for yourself.
“That is correct.”
As soon as Kubara finished speaking, a pure white dimension opened up behind the bookshelf, and Archangel Raphael appeared.
“It’s hard to believe, but all of my divine powers that I had left in that kingdom have disappeared.”
She nodded her chin with the same noble and dustless appearance as when she had descended upon Balkar.
“under….”
Derus’ hand holding the book trembled.
“If I didn’t leave any divine power behind, then there was no point in going there.”
He let out a cold laugh, as if he was truly annoyed. The old book he was holding in his hand began to scatter and turn to black ash.
“Do you know what song the humans were singing?”
Raphael gave Kubara a curious look. She seemed to want to know what the song was for the future.
“Yes. I remember everything.”
Kubara nodded with her eyes closed. To be honest, it was a strange song that I could memorize without even trying.
“Let me tell you.”
Derus also waved his hand, saying that he should know what the song was.
“Phew… .”
Instead of singing the song right away, Cuba took a deep breath and then opened his lips.
“Feel the sparkling shine, the dark of darkness… .”
As expected of an informant for Derus, she didn’t show the slightest bit of wavering as she recited the childish lyrics of the Demon King’s Praise.
“Huh? Um… Ah… .”
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Derus also seemed embarrassed by the lyrics of the song and let out short groans in succession, shaking his gaze.
However, he quickly realized that he had to focus on the song, not the lyrics, and he started to feel the rhythm by clicking his fingers.
“under?”
As the lyrics continued, Raphael’s hands began to tremble, veins bulging in his veins as if he couldn’t contain his anger.
“My divine powers disappeared because of that trash song?”
She expressed deep anger not at the fact that the divine power had been erased, but at the childishness of the song that erased the divine power.
“That damn human!”
Raphael gritted his white teeth as he recalled Raon’s face smiling mockingly.
“Kubara. Is that really the song?”
Derus narrowed his eyes, stroking his neat chin.
“I am sure.”
Even though I sang the childish song “Cuba” to the end, he nodded without changing his expression.
“The lyrics are so childish that it’s almost ridiculous, but the flow is special. It’s a song praising God with a military song rhythm.”
Delus immediately noticed the flow of praise for the Demon King and nodded.
“That’s what I told you.”
He shook his head as he looked at Raphael, whose beautiful face was distorted.
“Raon is more special than the Celestials or the Demons.”
He twisted his lips as he said that he had to be careful of Raon.
“The special energy that was sent from behind was probably the Demon King’s power. Now I understand a little bit.”
Delus nodded, saying he thought he knew why Raphael’s divine powers had been erased.
“You look happy.”
Raphael frowned at Derus.
“Does it look that way?”
Delus slowly raised his gaze and met Raphael’s eyes. He was clearly smiling, but deep, murderous intent was blooming within that smile.
“The Emperor wanted to summon neutral forces and force their power. I sent you to stop that and create a situation that is advantageous to us.”
A blue flame like a natural flower burned above Delus’s eyes.
“The plan was completely ruined, and your existence, which was supposed to be hidden, was revealed to the whole world. Are you happy about that?”
He smiled faintly, as if to say, “Does that really look like that?”
“hmm….”
Raphael swallowed dryly as he felt the dark, gloomy aura of death emanating from Delus.
‘Was it like this?’
I didn’t really feel it because I usually hid my strength, but I felt a huge energy writhing around beyond my expectations.
His divine powers moved on their own to push away the aura of death from Delus.
“I am more angry than you are right now.”
Derus shook his head, scattering the pulverized fragments of the tome on the floor. Blood dripped from the leather gloves he was wearing.
“I’m just being patient because I’ve had a lot of similar experiences.”
Derus lowered his eyebrows, saying that Raon had often brought about results that defied common sense.
“Didn’t I tell you not to kill that human?”
Raphael raised his trembling fingertips as he looked at Derus. A pure white lightning burst out around her, seeming to burn the space.
“I won’t go looking for you myself, but if I ever run into you, I’ll kill you unconditionally.”
Raphael left those last words behind and disappeared into the white light.
“It won’t be easy.”
Derus waved his hand, looking at the space where Raphael had disappeared.
“Because Laon Sieghart is under the protection of heaven.”
He gave a faint smile, saying that it wouldn’t work now.
“Kubara.”
Derus calmed down for a moment and sang Kubara in a calm voice.
“yes.”
Cuba lowered his head, feeling goosebumps run down his spine.
“Continue to gather information on Laon Sieghart and the Gwangpungjeon. Where they are going, what kind of training they are doing, everything in detail.”
He nodded, saying that no matter how much money and manpower it would take, they should continue to gather information about Raon.
“All right.”
He went out of the study, telling me to follow his orders as he was told by Cuba.
Swish.
After everyone left, Derus took off his leather gloves. Perhaps because Raon had moved, more blood than usual was pouring out of his wounds.
“Laon Sieghart.”
Derus Roberts twisted his lips upward, his blue eyes holding a huge current.
“The day we meet again won’t be long.”
***
“They really come all at once.”
Raon let out a hollow laugh after arriving at the audience room of the Gajujeon Hall that he had seen before leaving for Balkar.
There was a reason why Chamber was confident that he would send them to Gajujeon at once. It seemed that spatial magic had developed even further.
‘Of course, it was because Sieghart opened the way.’
In fact, no matter how good your movement magic is, if you install a blocking magic, you won’t be able to get in here.
This was possible because we had already talked to Sieghart Matap in advance.
“It’s so f*cking fast.”
Martha swallowed dryly, saying that the dimensional gate was so convenient it was almost scary.
“What kind of power is magic?”
She clicked her tongue briefly, saying she couldn’t understand.
“It’s definitely different from a ministry like ours.”
Burren shook his head, saying that it would only hurt his head if he tried to find out.
“I have a rough idea….”
Runaan blinked, saying that magic had a unique flow.
“Just hit him hard. He’s the toughest one among us.”
Martha waved her hand, telling him not to talk nonsense.
“Really…?”
Runaan nodded calmly, saying that he really felt the flow of magic.
“Kuaaaah….”
The crane stretched overhead and groaned.
“I guess I can get some rest now.”
“I also needed time to organize the things I had supplemented.”
Dorian also laughed, saying that he had to organize the items he had obtained from Balkar into supplies.
“The meeting is over. When should we meet for the next mission?”
Trevin approached Raon and asked when the mission to deal with the dragon would be.
“When? What are you talking about now?”
Raon frowned as he looked at the wind-blown inspectors who had loosened their posture.
“You must have heard the conversation with the master a little while ago. He said that we found the dragon, so we must move immediately.”
He shook his head, saying, “Not when, but right now.”
“uh…?”
“Was that really the right thing?”
“Shh, without even resting?”
The inspectors gasped as if they had not expected the move to be made right away.
“Okay. I’ll go right now.”
Raon nodded, saying that they should leave quickly.
“As expected, it’s the Lord Jeonju.”
Mark Gotten smiled blandly, as if he had expected that.
“I don’t understand you guys anymore. Don’t you still know our Lord Torai?”
Martha snorted, telling herself to come to her senses.
“Yeah. Right now is right… .”
Runaan nodded, as if he had expected Raon to move right away.
“All prepare to go to Mirtan Village.”
Raon raised one finger, saying he would give them one minute to prepare.
“uh?”
“Are we going together?”
“Only the Lord or the executives go to gather information.”
The Gwangpungjeon inspectors tilted their heads at the unusual situation.
“Of course there is a reason.”
Raon said that if you follow him, you will know, and opened the door to the audience room and went out.
“Of course you mean it.”
“Come on, let’s go quickly.”
“depart….”
Martha, Buren, and Runaan followed right behind Raon as if they would follow him anywhere.
“What, something… .”
“Are you anxious?”
“Ugh… .”
The Gwangpungjeon inspectors felt a sense of foreboding at the laughter of Raon, who they had been with for over ten years, and they walked out of Gajujeon with tired steps.
***
Since the entire Gwangpungjeon ran at full speed, they were able to arrive at Mirtan Village before the sun set.
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!
Raon let out a faint laugh as he listened to the sound of a hammer striking the darkened sky.
‘I feel good whenever I hear that sound.’
The heat and the sound of hammers emanating from Mirtan strangely calmed my troubled mind.
The reason I occasionally visited Mirtan under the pretext of seeing the Balkans was to hear the sound of the craftsmen’s hammers.
‘I want to keep listening, but today there’s a different reason.’
Raon gestured to the Gwangpungjeon inspectors and walked up the street of Mirtan Village.
As I felt the road getting narrower, I came into view of Balkan’s workshop at the top of the village.
‘You fixed the broken part.’
The walls and roof of the workshop were as clean as if they had been newly built. It seemed as if all the broken parts had been repaired when Alice obtained the Black Sword.
Knock knock.
When I knocked on the door of the workshop with my fist, Balkan came out with his face blackened. Judging by the redness of his cheeks, he seemed to have been drinking alcohol.
“You said you were in Balkar, are you here already?”
Balkan blinked, wondering why he had come so quickly.
“Chamber sent it to me with magic.”
He bowed his head, saying that he was able to recover quickly thanks to the chamber.
“It seems like it is an important matter.”
Balkan lowered his eyebrows, seeming to realize that finding the dragon was more important than he thought.
“Yes, that’s right.”
Raon nodded and looked inside the workshop.
“Who knows that dragon?”
Raon smacked his lips as he anticipated whose name would come out of Balkan’s mouth.
“Huh, judging by your expression, you already know everything. You should meet him in person.”
Balkan came out of the workshop with a smirk. Behind him, Borgos, the bearded chieftain of the Grey Hammer tribe, waved his hand, holding a mug of beer.
“grow.”
Borgos nodded blandly. As expected from receiving the letter, he knew the information about the hidden dragon.
“But I guess you knew it would be me.”
Borgos narrowed his eyes at Raon.
“Yes. Because no one else would know except Borgos.”
Raon nodded, saying that Borgos was the only person in Mirtan Village who knew about dragons.
“Then I guess I can tell you right away.”
Borgos drank his beer while looking at Raon and the other whirlwind inspectors behind him.
“As you humans know, dwarves are the most skilled race. They are good not only at handling weapons, but also with gems and gold.”
He suddenly put down his mug of beer, boasting about the dwarf’s talents.
“But that outstanding talent doesn’t always bring only light.”
Borgos looked up into the air and chewed his lip.
“Dragons love shiny things, like crows. Most of them end up just stealing what others have, but some are downright vicious.”
His thick fingers trembled.
“The Dragon Desiuros.”
Borgos clasped his shaking hands together and pursed his lips.
“An evil dragon that enslaves dwarf tribes and forces them to endlessly create jewels and crafts of his choice.”
He swallowed dryly as he said that under Dsiuros, dwarves and humans were being raised as slaves.
“He thinks he is a god.”
Borgosonne DeSiuros bit his lip, saying he had already given up his role as mediator.
“What a dirty guy.”
Burren couldn’t hold back his anger and chewed his lip until it bled.
“That’s right. There are a lot of trash lizards. No, it’s harder to find a healthy one.”
Martha raised her fist, saying that they were a race uglier than humans.
“It’s dirty….”
Runaan lowered his eyebrows deeply, feeling as if his heart had been burned black.
“Dwarves and humans as slaves? You can’t just leave him alone!”
“Yeah. It’s no different from the Black Tower!”
“No, at least those Black Tower guys were aware that they were doing evil!”
“How could a mediator do something like that…?”
The Gwangpungjeon inspectors also seemed angry and shouted evil words.
“I’m glad you said that.”
Raon nodded calmly while looking at the Gwangpungjeon inspectors.
“of course!”
“Even if you are a dragon, it is unacceptable for you to enslave the weaker races!”
“This is a guy who absolutely has to be killed!”
The inspectors clenched their fists, saying that they must fight no matter what to save the dwarves and the people.
“Okay. Let’s fight.”
Raon smiled and lightly tapped the Jecheon Sword.
“You guys.”
He folded his arms, saying he would step back.
“yes?”
“If it were you guys… .”
“Sir, could it be us?”
“Yeah. This dragon is….”
Raon nodded calmly, as if he was going on a picnic.
“It’s not me, it’s you who’s catching it.”
