章節 314: Chapter 473
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Thud, Midor fell forward. Now, the only people left on Zipfel's side were Myuron, Sandra, and seven elders.
"Magic tower master...!"
"Sir Midor!"
The elders cried out.
But there was nothing else they could do.
Now there were no hidden secret weapons, or reliable means left.
There was no way out. Whether they fought or not, all that lay ahead of them was death.
So, fighting bravely and perishing in battle was the right thing to do, but the elders couldn't take their feet off the ground.
Just looking at Jin, whose eyes were shining behind the black helmet, made them feel like their whole body was weighed down with fear.
It wasn't just a feeling. In reality, the elders were exerting all their strength to withstand the aura Jin was emanating.
'Myuron Zipfel.'
Jin turned his gaze to Myuron.
Only then did Myuron seem to regain his composure. He stopped muttering words meaninglessly out of fear, and his eyes were focused.
'I didn't expect to see his disgusting face again.'
Jin thought so and controlled his anger. He clenched his teeths while thinking of the atrocities Myuron had committed in Colon, but that was not a sight he should ever show to him.
The daily lives of the Colonists, whose vocal cords had been severed by Myuron, were still filled with silence. Their deceased family members still had not returned.
Kick...
Myuron touched his forehead and shook his head.
[Well, I've shown a shameful appearance, haven't I? I whined and stiffened like a frightened dog.]
The sight of Myuron crying in fear until just now was gone, and Myuron's eyes were now filled with madness.
[I didn't know you would become such a remarkable knight, Jin Runcandel. Back then, even both of you couldn't face me together.]
Jin continued to approach Myuron without responding, recalling one thing Myuron had said in the past.
-You probably think I'm crazy, don't you? But Jin Runcandel, you seem to be wearing quite a good expression even though I can't see it behind your helmet. You and I are of the same kind. I also like fighting.
These were the words Myuron had uttered during the height of the battle in Colon.
'The reason he said that back then, was probably because he was in a position to look down on me and acknowledge me.'
Jin had already seen through the person named Myuron Zipfel from that moment.
A pure-blood Zipfel who indulged in alcohol every day, once known as the "Madman of the Magic Tower," but later disgraced and known for his heinous acts.
All of his actions stemmed from a sense of "inferiority."
The disappointment of not being able to become the Zipfel patriarch, the humiliation and jealousy he felt towards his more accomplished siblings, and the bitter conviction that he could never rise to true greatness.
If I couldn't raise my reputation, I wanted to shine with notoriety.
That was Myuron's greatest desire as a human being. It was the only means through which he could hide his inferiority from others and express it from within.
A monster driven by the desire for recognition.
There was no better word to describe Myuron Zipfel in a single phrase. That's why Myuron always hoped for his name to be remembered by people and whenever he had the opportunity, he sought to "acknowledge" others.
If he acknowledges others, it becomes his own virtue.
The more magnificent and splendid the opponent was, the stronger this tendency of his became. Myuron felt that he was at his greatest and most exhilarating when he acknowledged shining individuals.
Acknowledging Midor, who was ignored by everyone, and gaining his blind trust from a young age, and telling Jin that you are the same as me were all in the same context.
[Now, are you going to kill me? Or torture me? Cooking me alive and feeding me to those red bugs you saved wouldn't be a bad punishment. Do as you wish; you will be the victor once again…]
All of this could not be a punishment for Myuron.
No matter how cruelly he was killed or how much he was tortured, Myuron would eventually achieve victory on his own terms.
He would believe that he had successfully controlled Jin's actions. He would think that he had manipulated Jin to hate him.
Knowing this fact so well, Jin intentionally refrained from saying a single word to Myuron, who had come back to his senses.
[Oh, Tika, was it? That wretched girl who ruined my show. Is that little bitch still alive? If not for her, the situation might have been a bit more interesting…]
Myuron's stopped talking.
His eyes, which had recently regained focus not long ago, began to tremble rapidly, and the reason was simple.
It was because Jin had just passed by him.
[...Where are you going, Jin Runcandel?]
At this point, Zipfels had lost their value of death.
The death held little fear for Zipfels in most situations as long as there was a means of resurrection
This was especially true for people like Myuron.
That's why Jin chose the most effective punishment for him.
His pride.
Peeling away the layers of lies that adorn one's unsightly self.
[Where are you going? Answer meeeee!]
Jin couldn't suppress his laughter after passing Myuron by about ten steps.
Naturally, Myuron, lost in his own madness, didn't hear it.
[Stop, stop, I said stop!]
Chiiing!
Blue flame appeared in Myuron's eyes.
It was Zipfel's vision magic, the Gaze of Azure flame, that he had used in Colon as well. That magic spell couldn't stand up to Jin even when he was a reserve flagbearer. It was immediately extinguished under Tess's real blue flame.
And even back then, Myuron thought when he saw Jin summon Tess: That Runcandel fetus… is going to be the greatest mage of the century? You're going to surpass me without my permission!?
Myuron felt like something exploded in his head when the memory of that time surfaced in his mind. He wanted to die immediately from the humiliation and inferiority that pierced through his entire being.
Chiiiiing...!
Following Myuron's gaze, the Gaze of Azure flame produced blue flames on Jin's back. However, the flames merely extinguish repeatedly and leave no more than a slight scorch on Jin's shadow force armor.
The Shadow force Armor was part of the strengthened Bradamante, which included a part of Tess. Therefore, Myuron's vision magic spell couldn't harm Jin in any way, even though it was his most powerful magic spell, excluding the dark magic.
[Bu-burn, burn, bu-burn, bu-burn to death, or ki-kill me...! Sto-stop!]
The true face of inferiority is indeed this ugly.
Most of those who were looking at Myuron in this situation were so ashamed that they could not open their eyes. Even amidst the chaos that had just occurred, they were tormented by Myuron's despicableness.
Some even felt sorrow and sympathy beyond shame. They involuntarily clicked their tongues at his wretched misery.
Pssst, shhh...
In the end, Myuron's vision magic did not leave any traces on Jin's shadow force armor. He continued to cast it until his mana was completely depleted, even though the mana backflow had begun.
Myuron was panting heavily and all the blood vessels in his eyes burst. He was shedding bloody tears.
A dignified Black Dragon. And the members of the imperial family, the few remaining elders of Zipfel, the beastmen of Kinzelo, and the knights of Runcandel, who were in awe of and looked up to Murakan.
In the middle of all that, he could clearly see the steel-like back of a man, who had simply walked past him.
For Myuron, it felt like a symbol. It seems like all four major factions are looking up to Jin...
'Do you... think... you've already... seized... the era...!'
Kahak!
Suddenly, Myuron coughed up blood and bent forward. The mana backflow had begun.
Cough, cough, blood was gushing out of my throat without stopping.
[Hahaha….hehehe... turn... around... You... you can't... ignore me… and act... pre-pretentious... like that...!]
Cough!
Myuron felt a cold, sharp sensation piercing through his back. It was a dagger. Sandra Zipfel, who has just completely recovered, screamed.
"Hey, seriously! How can you be this slimy? Myuron Orabeoni, not to anyone else, but to my lover!"
Sandra spoke as she pulled out the dagger.
Myuron wasn't shocked by Sandra stabbing him. Even though he knew he was about to take his last breath, he continued to fix his gaze on Jin's back.
Please look at me.
Jin Runcandel, acknowledge me. It shouldn't be that difficult for you...
Now, his voice was gone, and he couldn't scream like that anymore.
Myuron was facing his second death, within the truth and disgrace of himself.
Jin confirmed that Myuron had completely stopped breathing and finally turned around.
Sandra narrowed her brows as she brushed away her brother's blood from the dagger.
"Sorry, Jin Runcandel. My orabeoni can be a bit much sometimes, right? By the way, I wanted to kill that bastard who disrupted our legendary first date. What should I do if you take my kills away?"
"..... You seem truly insane, unlike your brother who just died."
"No matter how much we love each other, we should still keep our boundaries. Don't do this again next time."
Then, Sandra looked at her severed right arm and shrugged her shoulders.
"A right arm...."
She nodded as if she was calculating something for a moment.
"I think it's just about right."
"What do you mean, 'just about right'?"
"I feel it's a bit too early to give away everything I have. A right arm is neither too much nor too little. We're just on our first date."
Jin got goosebumps.
"I will make good use of it."
"Please do so. But when can we meet again?"
"Well, it's better not to see each other if possible."
"Couples should meet often."
There was no need to continue the meaningless conversation. Jin ignored her final words, looked at Lata and Faye, and then walked towards Vigo.
The Proch siblings immediately stuck close to Jin, ready to follow his orders, and Vigo flinched as he tried to read Jin's mood.
He was worried that maybe Jin would remind him that the Murakan had just ordered him to leave immediately and he might be reprimanded for still standing here.
"Sir Lata, Faye. I entrust the clean-up to you. Keep about five witnesses for Vermont and Kinzelo and eliminate the rest."
"Yes, my lord."
"Understood!"
"And elder brother Vugo."
"Uh, uh. The youngest."
"Just in case, why don't you lend a hand as well?"
Vugo inwardly sighed with relief. Jin had shown this consideration without undermining his dignity.
".... I will help."
"Thank you. I'll see you at the Garden of Swords when you return."
Jin said as he climbed onto Murakan's back.
章節 315: Chapter 474
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Only fifteen people remained in Gaifa Archipelago when the main unit of the Zipfel Magic Tower and the reinforcements from the main house arrived.
Five people of Zipfel, five members of the Vermont Imperial family, and five beastmen of Kinzelo.
The rest were killed by Proch siblings, Vigo and his knights.
Members of the three factions had already lost both their strength and fighting spirit, so they couldn't stand against Runcandels and the Proch siblings.
Vigo had considered capturing Sandra Zipfel in the process.
But "Murakan and Jin just went back," he made a very wise judgment and decided that he should not capture her.
He remembered the fact that this was a situation where he had to respect the position of a flagbearer who, although lower in external hierarchy, had a much higher practical ranking.
He thought that he should not ignore the decision of the guardian deity of the clan and a flagbearer whose actual rank was much higher than his, although lower in external hierarchy.
"Vigo Runcandel, right? Hahaha, he must have wanted to capture me, but he made a pretty smart decision."
Sandra chuckled as she sipped the fruit juice in front of her.
She was in the commander's room of the battleship Kozec. The other pureblood Zipfel members who had been organized as a rescue support team had naturally moved to other places when she took over the commander's cabin.
"Vigo would have died today if he hadn't given up on capturing me. Hmmm, if it had turned out that way, I wonder if my Jin would have been sad? Jin didn't seem particularly close to him."
"Hoo."
The old man sitting across from Sandra let out a frustrated sigh. He was the second-class butler of Zipfel, named 'Hedo.'
Hedo was also a muscular man who did not fit the image of the world's most famous magic clan's butler. His bulging muscles seemed to express his very disgruntled mood.
"Young lady, you should have fought back properly even after Jin Runcandel left."
"Is that so?"
Sandra's completely carefree attitude, seemed to be turning Hedo's insides upside down.
"I don't know about Vigo doesn't know, but if the Proch siblings had died, my Jin would have definitely been sad, Hedo. You should think about that much. Jin and I are in love, you know."
Hedo shook his head.
The fact that Sandra was a very eccentric young lady had been known to him better than anyone else for a long time.
But suddenly, love? Romance?
'Moreover, she fell for Jin, of all people, the 12th flagbearer of Runcandel. What kind of joke is this from the heavens?'
There had never been such a situation before.
However, one thing he was sure of was that, no matter what the reason for suddenly falling in love with Jin, Sandra would never let go of her feelings in the future.
Hedo had seen Sandra Zipfel for a long time, and she was that kind of person. A completely spoiled brat, an incredibly uncompromising human!
It wasn't a matter that would end as a simple love affair or fleeting romantic emotions. It was difficult for Hedo to suppress the tumultuous feelings.
"...And, young lady, that arm. Are you really going to leave it as it is?"
"Yes."
"You can heal it, right? Why on earth would you leave it as it is?"
"I can commemorate my meeting with Jin every time I see my severed right arm."
"Young lady, you're right-handed. You've done everything with your right hand all your life..."
"I can eat with my left hand from now on."
"It will definitely be inconvenient, very inconvenient."
He was at a loss for words as he tried to control his anger.
"Heheh, it's okay. It's all for love!"
Chiiik!
Hedo took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. One cigarette was burned down like a fuse as he took a deep puff, and a cloud of smoke escaped outside the commander's room when he exhaled.
Hedo felt a bit more at ease after smoking five cigarettes in an instant, and soothed his urge to shout and curse.
Hedo combed his hair back and met eyes with Sandra.
"...Alright, I understand. But what about the technology leak? It's quite likely that the right arm of the young lady, as well as the space-time device that Jin Runcandel took, will become a problem."
Dealing with the former issue was relatively simple. Sandra's sealed right arm would have come back if she tried high-speed regeneration using the authority of time instead of normal healing.
'But the young lady won't heal her arm until the recoverable time has passed.'
Although the latter is equipped with a safety device to prevent technology leak from the 'space-time device'.
Hedo was not inclined to trust such technology. He remembered the scholars and technicians who had been shouting that there was no way it could leak because they had prepared a surefire prevention measure. The thought made him feel incredulous.
"Yes, that's right. But Hedo..."
"Please, go on, young lady."
"I have to do that so that my lover competes with our clan, no. At least it becomes something like competition, no?"
Sandra said, smiling mischievously as she continued.
"There is literally a gap of egg and rock between my Jin and our clan. So I just thought giving him that chance wouldn't hurt."
"I see, there's a deeper meaning to it."
Hedo nodded as if giving up. Sandra found his reaction quite amusing and burst into laughter for a while.
"Hedo, you understand me, right?"
Soon, Sandra stopped laughing and looked at Hedo. After a brief pause, Hedo replied.
".... Yes, of course. I'll do my best to explain to the patriarch."
"As expected, there's no one like Hedo. Hehe."
***
The land of the beastmen, the headquarters of Kinzelo.
"Ahhhh! Ahhh! It's painful, too painful! I feel like I'm going insane! Aaaah!"
Bubare Gaston has been suffering for several days, complaining of his pain and crying out in bizarre agony. Whenever he contorted his body and let out a scream that sounded like a pig being slaughtered, his bobbed belly swollen grotesquely.
"Bring more painkillers, quickly!"
"Rather just kill me!"
The medical staff and beastmen who were barely holding on to Bubare were sweating.
Berakt, Margiella, and Cold Joe watched from a distance.
"Haah, I thought we were on the verge of achieving the great cause. How did things get this bad with so much bad news piling up...!"
Joe clicked his tongue and said.
"Shut up, Joe. As if I'm not frustrated enough, listening to your annoying voice makes me even more frustrated."
"I apologize, Sir Berakt."
"I told you to shut up. Don't say a word. If you don't want to be eaten alive."
Joe turned his head away with a mouthful of curses.
Bad news.
As Joe said, recently Kinzelo had been going through days filled with bad news.
The leader fell ill after using more power than expected during the time of the Sword Emperor Castle's terrorist attack. And as if that wasn't enough, Zephyrin went wild on her own, causing further strain on the leader's body.
And this time, it was Bubare's turn.
Although almost everyone in Kinzelo, excluding someone like Margiella, despised him, Bubare Gaston would play a crucial role in achieving the great cause.
The reason why Bubare was suffering so much was because of his 'fusion' with Amela.
The process of releasing the fusion was not smooth, causing damage to Bubare's soul and chaos.
If the leader was in perfect condition, he would have quickly sorted this out. But for now, Bubare was just relying on painkillers.
To persuade Amela, Kinzelo decided to highlight the fact that they had more information about "chaos" than any other faction.
As a result, Kinzelo's best warriors took some of Bubare's chaos when they went to Gaifa Archipelago, in the form of a sculpture.
The result was a great success.
Amela was extremely satisfied once she realized that chaos could merge, creating even more powerful abilities.
She felt as if she had obtained a clue about the chaos that she had been searching alone for a long time. From then on, Amela did not even negotiate with other forces at all. It was because someone had spoken to her through the chaos of Bubare.
"If you join me, I will tell you everything you want to know about chaos..." The voice was strangely trustworthy.
"The leader even sent a message to Amela with his exhausted body. She showed a stance that she would kill our warriors after the negotiation was over, saying that we still have to pay for bothering her, but I decided to endure that."
Crack, Berakt continued to grind his teeth as if he was going mad.
In the treatment room on the other side, five warriors of the White wolf tribe and the Red Tiger tribe who had returned from the Gaifa Archipelago, were receiving treatment.
"But now Amela is dead, our warriors are massacred, the survivors are completely insane, and Bubare is in that state! We didn't get anything and only suffered severe damage."
How should I accept the fact that the center of all these bad news is Jin Runcandel? Berakt couldn't fathom it.
Margiella, who was also listening to him, wore a rare dark expression.
"I'm sorry, mister Berakt. I honestly didn't expect Sir Jin to be so uncooperative."
"You don't have to apologize to me, Margiella! I said that because I am frustrated. The leader's condition is constantly at risk... so something needs to change, don't you think?"
Berakt shrugged his shoulders, pointing to a map on the table.
There were various marks on the map, representing Kinzelo, Runcandel, Zipfel, and Vermont, indicating strategic points for their operations.
Berakt spoken while pointing to a point on the map where many marks were gathered.
"What should we do if, by any chance, Jin Runcandel causes trouble here and starts meddling again!?"
It was the location where the 'thing greater than Amela' is at stake, as Jin expected in the Gaifa Archipelago.
"At that time..."
Margiella paused for a moment.
"At that time, I will seriously consider whether Sir Jin is the right person to be with us, mister Berakt."
"Yes, you need to consider it."
"I hope Sir Jin doesn't know what's happening here. If he continues to obstruct us, he might truly become our enemy."
"Hmm!"
He didn't expect Margiella to accept this calmly, so Berakt cleared his throat as if embarrassed.
In reality, Berakt had no other choice but to agree with Margiella, even if she insisted that she was always right and expressed her displeasure.
"Well, he probably doesn't know. If he did, he would have gone there first, not to Amela."
"That's true, mister Berakt."
"By the way, it's a shame that our vice-leader can't witness Bubare's condition. He would have been delighted to see Bubare suffering like this."
"Yes, he would have been very pleased. But mister Berakt, you know that mister Bubare is our friend, don't you?"
***
Meanwhile,
Runcandel's Black Knight, Dox McRolan, was infiltrating the southern region of Huphester, Rikalton, to carry out Jin's orders.
And while he was checking the basement of Rikalton Execution Ground, he noticed a strange and horrific phenomenon.
'What on earth... is this?'
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