00075 <-- Episode 75 Descendants of Rusclán (1) -->
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Dugrant Del Rustanad Rusclan.
It is a name that combines ‘Del’, meaning a man of noble blood, the father’s name ‘Rustanad’, and the ancestor’s surname ‘Rusclan’.
“… … Duran?”
Bright looked back at Duran with a blank expression. The same was true for Shihan and his party.
Everyone’s eyes were focused on one place. On Duran’s platinum hair, shining brilliantly in the moonlight.
“Wh, what are you talking about?”
Duran smiled awkwardly and waved his hand.
“I may have Brian blood in me, but does that make me a Rusclan?”
Although the Rusclan royal family originally belonged to the Brian race, many of them have blond hair, but that doesn’t mean that all people with blond hair are Rusclan. There are countless Brians who are not part of the royal family.
‘Well, just because all the royal family of Joseon had black hair doesn’t mean all people with black hair are royal family of Joseon, right?’
Shihan looked doubtful. Bright continued speaking as if he couldn’t believe it either.
“There seems to be a mistake. Prayer Lument. If you are a Rusclann just because you have blond hair, then you are also a Miss Alita… … .”
For a moment, Alita flinched, but no one found it strange. It’s normal to be surprised when someone points out something, whether they’re guilty or not.
Lument shouted at Duran.
“Are you still going to deny it?”
Magian Harlan spoke in a calm voice.
“If you truly wish to prove your innocence, surrender obediently. The Inquisition will reveal the truth.”
Dina looks back at Duran with wavering eyes.
“… … Higher Duran?”
“I am…….”
Without continuing his words, Duran suddenly drew his sword. At the same time, he grabbed Bright, who was standing next to him, and held the sword to his neck.
“Everyone, stay still!”
The gentle expression from a moment ago was nowhere to be found, and a distorted, devil-like face took its place. Everyone froze in surprise.
Bright shivered. The cold feel of the blade against his neck was so real.
“Due, Duran?”
Duran didn’t respond. He just looked around with a cold gaze while subduing Bright.
“You wouldn’t want to see the heir to your noble Count Amos’s family get decapitated, would you?”
Lument snorted as he drew his sword.
“Huh! Do you think something like a hostage situation would work?”
He had captured a significant number of Rusclans over the past decade. There were many instances where he had tried to escape a situation by taking hostages.
And every time, Lument would cut down the hostages first.
“It’s useless! You damned descendant of Rusclan!”
Lument stepped forward, sword in hand. A cold murderous aura began to course through his body.
Magian Harlan was horrified and stopped him.
“I am in trouble, Prayor Lument! My opponent is the son of Count Amos!”
A hostage is a hostage. Count Amos is a noble of high status in the country, and killing his successor would cause too much trouble.
‘Oops, I should have predicted this situation in advance.’
Harlan blocked Lument’s path, blaming his own carelessness. Lument hesitated and stopped walking.
In the meantime, Duran slowly retreated while holding onto Bright. He looked around and grumbled.
“How on earth did you know? I was so careful.”
“Really, Duran? You’re Rusclan?”
Bright still looked in disbelief. Ever since he met Duran six years ago, they had been like real brothers.
Duran frowned and nodded.
“Shut up, Count. You might accidentally cut yourself. It’s not like you’re wearing armor on your neck, is it?”
A genuine murderous intent, a ferocity that makes you feel like you’re about to cut off your own throat at any moment.
“Everyone, back off!”
At Duran’s shout, the soldiers who had been building a siege line hesitated and retreated. They stood there with expressions on their faces, unable to do anything until Duran headed out of the mansion.
“shit!”
“What a cowardly guy… … .”
Soon, Duran moved to the main gate. He glanced behind me, at the dark night street, and whispered softly.
‘I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but this will not cause any suspicion or anything to be raised against Count Amos.’
“… … Duran?”
Bright’s eyes widened. Duran continued speaking so that no one else could hear.
‘Thank you for your time. Please pass my regards on to others.’
Suddenly Duran shoved Bright hard. Bright rolled around on the floor in an awkward manner.
“Ta-at!”
Pulling out his speculation, Duran flew forward. In one breath, he jumped over the main gate of the mansion and headed into the dark night street.
Lument roared in anger.
“Chase him! You mustn’t miss him!”
The soldiers rushed out into the night streets after Duran. The Magians of the Black Ivory Tower and the Sword Hierarchs of the Church also began to chase after Duran, using their magic and fighting skills.
During that time, Shihan and his party just stood there. This was because they had no idea what to do in this situation.
Dina muttered blankly.
“Higher Duran… …was the accursed Rusclan?”
It was then that Alita suddenly ran forward without saying a word.
“Alita?!”
Leaving the surprised Seongsihan behind, she continued to run. She activated the whirlwind and dashed through the darkness of the night.
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In a panic, Shihan followed Alita, leaving a short cry behind her.
“Xenon! Take care of Dina!”
“All right!”
The intention of the time limit was for Zenon to protect Dina while he and Alita were away.
But Zeno interpreted it too old-fashionedly.
“Hold on tight, Dina.”
He hugged Dina’s waist and, with his own fighting spirit activated, he fiercely chased after Shihan. He really did ‘take’ her as ordered.
“Gyaaaaaaah… …!”
The girl’s screams stretched out through the night streets.
***
Seong Si-han concentrated his mind as he frantically chased after Alita. He could feel Duran’s aura as he was being pursued in the distance.
‘Was he really of Rustanad’s blood?’
Sihan clicked his tongue inwardly as he recalled Duran’s smooth face.
‘Ugh, somehow it feels strangely irritating.’
I now understand why I had an antipathy towards Duran when I first saw him. His face was familiar.
‘I didn’t notice it because he had such a kind impression… … .’
They look alike.
With the light warrior Rustanad.
Because of his terrible reputation, Gwangje is often regarded by the public as a vicious monster with three heads and six legs. However, he was actually quite handsome in his youth, and even in his 50s, he was a mature, middle-aged man.
There’s nothing particularly strange about it.
The Empire has ruled all of Terranor for a full thousand years. During that time, the Rusclan bloodline has eaten up all the beauties on the continent, and there have been many beautiful men and women from generation to generation.
In the case of royal families on Earth, there are many cases where people get married without even seeing each other’s faces due to political marriages, so it cannot be said that the beauty of one’s ancestors has necessarily been passed down.
However, the Rusclan royal family was a royal family with strong military powers and otherworldly summoning skills. They did not need to focus on political and diplomatic aspects as much as Earth, so they had relatively less need to pay attention to the nobles.
In other words, no matter how much you value family background, you can still choose your wife just by looking at her face.
Besides, if you only eat healthy foods, take care of your skin regularly, and regularly go to the temple for health checkups, it’s hard to be ugly when you’re an emperor.
‘Otherwise, even if her mother was a peerless beauty, Alita would never have grown up to be such a beauty.’
Seong Si-han soon caught up with Alita. She stopped running and stood on one side of the dark intersection, watching the situation.
Lument did not form a siege net in vain. In addition to the troops surrounding the mansion, soldiers were stationed at every street corner in advance to prevent any escape by the enemy.
Those soldiers blocked Duran’s path as he fled. In the end, he was unable to shake off the pursuit and was surrounded at a crossroads.
Shihan rebuked Alita as he approached her.
“What are you doing, Alita? Why are you suddenly running away… ?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it… … .”
I didn’t run out with any thoughts in mind. My body just moved first.
Alita looked at Duran, her half-brother, a blond-haired young man standing in the distance.
His existence was still not in my memory.
Alita was too young at the time, and she had too many siblings to remember all of them.
But I could remember the name.
‘Dugrant… … .’
Along with the name of the Galenite beauty who was particularly close to her mother, Seraphina.
‘… …the son of Chai Lan.’
***
Within the encirclement, Duran was dealing with the rushing soldiers.
He swings his sword with a controlled movement and calmly kicks away the flying spears.
“Ta-at!”
Every time he raised his voice, the soldiers who rushed in were injured in their limbs and fell bleeding. However, no soldiers died. Duran deliberately avoided the vital points and only aimed for those who were unable to fight.
It was a merciful choice, but the price was harsh.
The soldiers, who had no fear of dying, rushed forward with confidence and tied up Duran’s feet. In the meantime, the Sword Hierarchs who had followed Lument caught up with him.
A chubby, thirty-something knight shouted at Duran.
“Higher Duran!”
Duran stopped swinging his sword and looked in that direction.
“… … Hier Laopin.”
“Do you think you can escape now? Your identity has been revealed to the world!
Duran glanced up at the sky and let out a hollow laugh.
“It’s night? The moon is out? What does baekilha (white day) mean… .”
“You can’t even reflect on your own sins, but you still mock me? You are truly a descendant of a cursed clan!”
“So what crime did I commit? Who wanted to be born as a human son… … .”
Duran pouted his lips in displeasure. Laofin charged, drawing his sword.
“Shut up!”
The clash of swords made a magnificent roar. The two sword smiths exchanged attacks and defenses a dozen times in one breath, leaving behind magnificent trajectories.
“Ta-at!”
Laopin’s sword slashed at Duran’s blade and aimed for his head. Duran twisted his wrist to barely avoid the attack, and a cold sweat broke out.
‘Damn, you’re really strong.’
Higher Laophin was a swordsman of the same level as Duran. However, that does not mean that their skills were equal.
Laopin, who was older and had been training for a long time, was a stronger player than Duran. They were able to compete evenly at first, but as time went on, Duran began to fall behind.
‘This, this theory won’t work.’
Duran looked around anxiously.
The Prayor Lument or the Black Ivory Tower Magians will soon catch up with him. In fact, two Sword Hierarchs have already arrived.
Duran looked at Seongsihan and Alita across the street.
Fortunately, they were still just watching the situation.
But if Laofin is pushed back, he will surely join in. As will everyone living on Terranor who has met the Rusclan bloodline!
‘If we delay any longer, it’s over.’
Suddenly Duran put his right hand forward.
He strokes the air and lets out a soft voice.
“Rise and cover your eyes, blood mist!”
A red fog rose. The blood of the soldiers scattered everywhere was used as a catalyst to activate magic.
“Is it magic?!”
A bewildered Laofin took a defensive stance and stepped back.
During that gap, Duran flew forward. He jumped over the heads of the soldiers whose vision was restricted and tried to escape again.
Then a sharp cry erupted from across the street.
“Flame Strike!”
A pillar of red fire descends, spewing out incredible heat. Not only that, it flows across the ground, forming a huge wall of flame, blocking Duran’s escape route.
It was the magic of Harlan, the black ivory tower magician.
“I’ve tied his feet, Prayer Lument!”
Duran, blocked by the flames, looked around in confusion. However, there was no clear escape route in sight.
“Cron Lizate, give me strength!”
The heavily armored knight flew forward, shouting the protection of the goddess. He struck down his opponent’s head with the silvery divine power filling his sharp blade.
“omg!”
Surprised, Duran hurriedly raised his sword to block the attack. The sacred sword collided with the sword, scattering pure white light in all directions.
Boom!
The longsword, loaded with speculative energy, shattered with a loud noise. Duran was blown backwards, spitting out blood.
Lument, a high-ranking paladin serving Kron Lizate, was a man of equal strength to a master-level swordsman. He was too strong for a fighter-level swordsman to handle.
Harlan cheered as he looked at the fallen blond youth.
“Thank you for your hard work, Prayer Lument!”
He prepared the magic right away.
“Force Cage!”
Magical bars surrounded the fallen Duran, making him look like he was trapped in a cage of light.
Only then did Harlan breathe a sigh of relief.
“Whew, I caught another one with this.”
Lument quietly muttered as he approached the trapped Duran.
“You will be brought before the Inquisition, Dugrant. No matter how sinful your bloodline is, you have the right to a fair trial before the Goddess’ law.”
“… … If the verdict is death without exception, how can that be a fair trial?”
Duran protested weakly, but Lument paid no attention. He gestured behind his back.
“Tie it up.”
Soldiers came rushing in, carrying all sorts of chains. They were trying to capture Duran, who was trapped in the force cage.
Watching the scene, Duran sighed weakly.
“Phew, I guess there’s nothing I can do, I didn’t want to do this, but… … .”
Suddenly he raises his right hand above his head and lets out a gloomy voice.
“Open, O gate of the other world. Come, O beings of the other world… … .”
The complexions of the Black Ivory Tower Magians, including Harlan, changed. They felt a strange magical power coming from Duran.
“oh!”
“No way!”
One of the Magi shouted out in thought.
“Prevent the order from being completed!”
But Duran was faster. He continued to shout, clutching his right hand.
“Open the lid of hell and let the breath of brimstone spread across the world!”
A black void opened up across the night sky. Thick darkness began to obscure the silver moon and cast huge shadows across the streets.
“oh my god!”
Magian Harlan screamed.
“It’s Rusclan’s otherworldly summoning technique!”
