The Most Notorious "Talker" Runs The World's Greatest Clan Vol. 3
The Most Notorious "Talker" Runs The World's Greatest Clan Vol. 3
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Title Page
Copyrights and Credits
Characters and World Map
Prologue
Chapter 1: The Demon Lord
Chapter 2: Glory of the Corrupt
Chapter 3: The Path of Those Who Would Conquer
Chapter 4: Dance of the Winter Flowers
Epilogue
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***
The river of time flowed on relentlessly for years after their fateful
***
“B ATTLE, COMPLETE.”
***
Harold and I sat on opposite sides of the carriage as it made its way
along the road. He reached into a bag for some documents and passed them to
me.
“Here is your next contract.”
I scanned the papers, and for a moment, my eyes widened in shock.
Then the corners of my mouth curled up into a grin. It was the contract I’d
been waiting for, and now it was here in my hands at last.
“A lord with a depth of 12, eh?”
The threat level of a given beast was referred to as its abyssal depth,
and the bigger the number, the more dangerous the beast. Anything with a
depth of 12 or higher was considered especially powerful, and these beasts
were called lords.
***
The lord had appeared in the capital of a country called the Principality
of Archillio. It was a location that was lost a decade ago when the Valiant
attacked. The country was tucked away in a mountain valley. Ruins and
debris from the incident had yet to be tidied up or hauled away to this day.
Now that the location was part of an Abyss, it was covered in a
translucent dome of red. You could see through to the inside of the dome if
you were close enough, but visibility was limited. It was as though you were
looking at the world within the Abyss through muddied water.
When we arrived, there were several members of the Seekers
***
***
The lord of the Abyss—the Noble Blood—was in the very center of the
now-destroyed town square. Its underlings were already in position and ready
for our attack, so it must have noticed our arrival. It had summoned what
seemed like three hundred elemental soldiers— and not merely the standard
line up of water, wind, fire, and earth, but also more powerful elementals of
light and dark. Each took the form of a man or a monster, and while the
standard elemental soldiers had a depth of 8, the light and dark ones had
depths of 10. The Noble Blood could continue to summon as many soldiers
as it needed as long as its magic held out. If we were pulled into a battle of
attrition, we were as good as dead.
On our side, we had five people and a hundred of Hugo’s puppet
soldiers. The soldiers could be separated into melee types armed with swords,
spears, and axes; ranged types with bows, guns, and magic; and support types
that healed or cast barriers.
Hugo was an A-Rank Grandmaster in the Puppeteer class. As the name
suggested, this specialization allowed for the simultaneous summoning and
directing of thousands of puppet soldiers. However, the overall power and
efficacy of each puppet soldier lessened as they grew in number. The Noble
Blood and its elemental soldiers were not to be trifled with, so Hugo limited
his puppet soldier platoon to a hundred strong. This gave each puppet soldier
the strength of a B-Rank Seeker.
As our forces faced off in preparation for battle, I looked up at the
Noble Blood. Its form was that of a beautiful young man with eyes as red as
***
Buffers, starting with Talkers, are the weakest of all classes. Compared
to all the others, they alone lack the means to defend themselves. Their
constant need of support in battle makes things much harder for their allies—
for example, a Warrior would struggle to fight if they had to worry about
***
***
***
The people of the empire learned of the new lord-killer from the
newspapers. At the time, only three clans outside the regalia had ever
defeated a lord. Wild Tempest made it four. The news that we’d defeated a
lord only four months after establishing our clan sent shock waves not just
through the Seeker industry, but the population at large.
To be fair, there had been no shortage of headlines about us over those
four months. News spread fast when Blue Beyond merged with the Winged
Knights to form a new clan. Then we proved that Hugo Coppélia—then on
death row—was innocent of his crimes and made him a member of the clan.
We’d also caught the criminals behind the explosive “incident” at the prison
where he was being held.
Wild Tempest was now the best known of any new clan in the empire.
We’d gained the trust of our sponsors, and our clan funds were growing. We
weren’t too far away from the 80 billion fil we’d need to construct an airship.
I’d plotted and schemed to make it that way, after all.
Now, to top things off, we’d accomplished the task of bringing down a
lord. It earned us invaluable public acknowledgement, not to mention a
valuable 70 billion fil straight into our coffers. Now we had fame, money,
and results, which put us in line for a future position on the regalia. In other
words, we were at the top of the heap when it came to potential candidates.
However, our notoriety also painted fresh targets on our backs. Those
who deemed us a threat must’ve wondered why the Association had given a
lord-elimination contract to a clan that hadn’t proven they were up to the task.
This criticism incited much debate, and experts argued that there were severe
problems in how the Seekers Association was being run. The logic here was
***
“So how’s it feel t’be Rank A, huh?” a tipsy Koga asked Leon.
Delicious food and drink was spread across the table, and conversation
was in full swing. Leon, nursing his own ale, smiled at Koga.
“It doesn’t feel that different from Rank B, really. Sure, all my abilities
have powered up since it happened, but it doesn’t feel like anything special.”
“Yeah, but everybody says Rank A’s more’n what a human can do.
Don’tcha feel like, I dunno, you’re stronger’n a regular person now?”
“In my case…I don’t, no. I just feel a power constantly flowing
through me. That’s about it. But don’t forget, I haven’t actually fought
anything since I ranked up, so it’s possible I haven’t fully grasped how it
feels to be Rank A yet. How about you, Hugo? Did you, uh… Did you feel
anything special when you ranked up?”
With the conversational spotlight on him, Hugo merely shook his head.
“I did not feel anything in particular either. My abilities merely improved.
That is all.”
“Ugh, what a letdown,” Koga muttered, leaning back in his seat with
his hands behind his head.
“What exactly were you expecting?” I asked.
Koga bared his teeth in a grin.
“Well, in terms’a going beyond being human, I was hopin’ for, like, a
spiritual awakening. Somethin’ big, like knowing everything there is to know
’bout the galaxy. Wouldn’t that be somethin’?!”
Before I could jump in with a comment, Alma breathed a deep sigh.
***
***
Soon after, Loki contacted me. I’d asked him to dig up whatever he
could about Lorelai. We’d been sending coded messages by owl because I
was concerned that any conversations over Link or by other means would be
intercepted.
According to Loki’s most recent coded message, things with the
railway company were moving forward. Johann had the cooperation of many
wealthy and influential people, including the second-born prince of the
imperial family, Prince Caius. Although a certain number of the nobles
involved in the deal were unhappy with the profit split, Loki’s intel said the
plan was moving ahead anyway.
As for how Lorelai intended to deal with the problem of the Abyss,
Loki’s investigation was still ongoing. If he was having trouble getting that
information, that told me the plans were locked down tight. On top of that,
Lorelai was a fearsome clan, and Loki was likely to put himself in danger if
he got too deep. I told him in my reply not to put himself too much at risk and
to pull out at any sign of danger.
“Send this letter immediately, and ensure that it isn’t seen by anyone
outside of the clan.”
A LL THE LIGHTS IN THE ROOM WERE OFF, leaving it dark and grim. Pale
moonlight slipped in through a crack in the curtains, illuminating what lay
beyond. In the middle of the room were a sofa and table, and by the wall was
a large desk and a bookshelf. It was an office.
A silhouette sat at the desk. With the lights still off, all that one could
see was that he was a man in his late twenties with silver hair, dressed in a
jacket with a standing collar. He had a sharp, handsome face, and it was clear
even with his thick jacket that he was in excellent shape. The man’s eyes
were closed, but he was not asleep. His face seemed frozen, his mouth and
eyes shut and still. The moonlight cast a bluish-white outline around his
silver locks, giving him an ethereal air.
The man’s name was Johann Eissfeldt, the clan master of Lorelai. He
had arrived at the imperial capital some ten years ago. Though his name had
become well known among Seekers in the capital, when he had started his
career he was surprisingly average. He was by no means weak; he was strong
enough to be scouted by Lorelai, and he could work as part of a team.
Johann entered Lorelai as a Lancer. This versatile class dished out both
short-range and mid-range attacks—a good fit for Johann, who was quick to
pick things up and rather dexterous.
Still, even if one was considering Johann in a favorable light, his
abilities put him squarely in the middle of the upper-level Seekers. There was
no shortage of Seekers who outranked him in power. No one within Lorelai
thought of Johann as anybody particularly special. Even though he’d been
scouted, there were no plans to bring him into the higher ranks of the clan.
Popular opinion held that Johann was exceptional, sure, but he just didn’t
stand out.
However, that appraisal of Johann began to change about five years
into his Seeker career. He had always been little more than average, but a fire
seemed to awaken in him then—it was obvious from the results of his battles.
The change was so sudden that it blindsided most, but it was generally seen
***
The gorgeous sitting room was the height of luxury from top to bottom
and a reflection of its owner’s personality. I’d come here to meet with
Finocchio Barzini, head of the Barzini family, at his personal residence.
Afternoon tea was just about to start; the table in front of me was laid out
with an authentic, ostentatious tea set.
“Here you are, Noel. This is what you asked for.”
Finocchio passed me a thick envelope. I took out the documents inside
and confirmed their contents. All of them had to do with the train system
managed by the Republic of Rodania.
Magical engineering—along with beast materials—had led our
civilization to prosperity. Compared with its neighbors, the empire had the
most cutting-edge technology. In fact, it wouldn’t have been surprising for
the empire to have already established a train system of its own. It was a
simple enough feat from a technological standpoint. The ability to maintain
the train system was the real issue, as the lands of the empire were prone to
Abyss openings. This was why, even now, we still relied on horses.
The Republic of Rodania, by comparison, had successfully
implemented its train system four years ago and was reaping the benefits. Its
national power and wealth had steadily increased since then. I wanted to
know the specific details as well as the present state of the train system.
Concrete economic gains from implementation, unintentional losses… I
needed to understand all of it. Thus, I’d used my connections in the Barzini
family to get a hold of the necessary paperwork.
“Does Lorelai really plan to establish a train system of their own?”
Finocchio asked.
***
While Noel plotted away and continued his shadowy work behind the
scenes, the other members of Wild Tempest proceeded with their regular
training. They weren’t accepting any new clan contracts, so maintaining their
usual drills was the best way to keep their skills sharp. Now that Leon was
Rank A, it was necessary for the whole team to learn to work in tandem with
***
Inside, the atelier was in worse condition than Hugo had expected. The
place wasn’t merely filled with dust; there were holes in the roof he hadn’t
seen from outside that had let water in, forming puddles. That had caused
mold to grow on the furniture and floor, so all of Hugo’s dolls were rusted.
“First things first: I’d better get this place cleaned up and back in
working shape.”
Hugo created ten puppet soldiers and ordered them to get to work
cutting grass outside and cleaning up inside. The emotionless puppet soldiers
worked quietly and steadily. In no time at all the grass was cut, and
everything ruined by mold or rust was piled up outside.
As he watched the puppet soldiers at work, Hugo made a shopping list
for things he’d need. Tools, furniture, and materials for renovating the place
filled most of the list, but some items would take more time to access. He
guessed it would take at least two weeks to get the atelier back to its former
glory. His skills would do the rest once he had all the requisite materials, but
things didn’t always go as smoothly as planned.
Hugo sighed just as a light knock came at the door. When he turned, he
found the door already open, and a female elf was standing in the doorway.
Her long, blonde hair was braided, and she wore a long, double-breasted
jacket that made Hugo think of military clothing.
“You…”
“It’s been a while, Hugo,” the elf said with a smile.
***
***
***
Zero Lindrake stood on the roof of a tall building some two kilometers
from the main stage. The winds at that height sent his cloak fluttering madly
in the wind, but Zero didn’t budge; instead, he continued to stare at a single
point with no discernible expression. He raised one hand and engaged a skill.
Dark skill: Fatal Strike. A black spear appeared in his hand, crafted by
his black magic. This spear had instant-kill capabilities that could only be
wielded against humans. It didn’t matter if its target was of a higher rank,
since the power of the skill was so effective there was no hope of resistance.
The chances of instant death were extremely high. Dark Knight was a battle
class that specialized in targeting human opponents. Though they were well
versed in fighting beasts, facing human opponents brought out the best in the
class.
With spear in hand, Zero prepared to launch it. His target was two
kilometers away, standing on the stage: Noel Stollen.
“I knew that snake was a threat…” he muttered.
Zero had followed everything that happened since Noel’s arrival. He
***
After Noel left, Dolly stayed in the private room. The hall staff had
informed her that the night’s tab was paid entirely by Noel. An audacious
boy, through and through…but Dolly liked how eagerly his fighting spirit
burned. It felt like looking at a younger version of herself. As she sipped at a
sweet cocktail alone, a voice rang in her head.
“Ooh, someone got dumped.”
The voice was mocking her. Dolly sighed. There was no way to tell if
Noel had noticed, but the one it belonged to had been listening to their entire
conversation.
“I told you, I hate kids.”
“You looked like you had a pretty good time to me.”
“You probably need to see a therapist.”
Dolly shot back a venomous retort, but the voice gave only an odd peal
of laughter by way of response.
“This is hardly a laughing matter.”
The moon shone bone-white over the dark brambles of the forest.
“That goddamned snake!”
Johann’s voice echoed as he leveled a punch at the big tree standing to
his side. Johann and his clan were far from the empire, on an expedition to
eliminate beasts that had appeared near this forest. The beast, Cernunnos, had
an abyssal depth of 12. It was a lord, and a strong one, but Lorelai had
thoroughly beaten it to a pulp.
Lorelai already had a number of powerful Seekers in its ranks, but now
it boasted the additional support of demi-beasts. Victory was all too easy
now, even if a lord was what stood in their way. Flawless victory over a lord
or no, Johann was in no mood for celebrations. In fact, he looked as though
that was the furthest thing from his mind.
The tree Johann punched fell from its roots, sending tremors through
the earth when it toppled to the ground.
“He dares to stamp all over my face?! My reputation?!”
Johann kept up this stream of curses while he stamped on the ground.
Far from what you would expect of a rational adult, he looked more like a
child having a temper tantrum.
Watching from the side, Zero found himself chuckling on the inside. It
literally was a temper tantrum, so it was no wonder he couldn’t control his
emotions. Even when he was a member of Deep Snow, he’d always been like
this.
“Jeez… Why bring him back here, of all places?” Zero mumbled.
Johann turned to face him.
“What’d you say?”
Zero shook his head. His smile remained gentle under the gaze of
Johann’s bloodshot eyes.
“Nothing,” he replied.
The other members of Lorelai were all at the campsite not far from the
***
The effects of Stun Howl wore off in a few seconds, allowing Rosary
freedom of movement once more. As soon as she felt the skill release its grip
on her, she leaped out of range of Johann.
***
***
***
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!”
The searing pain brought consciousness rushing back. The effects of
Johann’s Slave Chain had wrapped up the replicant and the inflicted damage
traveled all the way back to the caster. But death was not on the cards. Fatal
Strike should have been the killing blow, but by destroying its—or rather, her
—own replicant, the Lord of Flies had managed to successfully sever the
connection.
The damage was great. When she sat up in bed to survey her body once
more, she found it covered in fracture-like bruises. It was proof that the
damage had gone as far as the soul itself, leaving the body brittle and fragile.
She placed a hand on her chest, gritting through the constant pain. The
insects living within her were wriggling and hard at work, healing her body’s
injuries at the cellular level. After a time, the pain eventually subsided.
“I…survived…”
Relief flowed from her body in a great sigh. The wounds were far too
deep to ever heal completely, but at least she’d recovered physically enough
for the bruises to have vanished. The insects couldn’t heal the damage to her
soul; only time could do that.
“Nothing left but to hope and pray for the best…”
There was much that was still unknown about the soul when compared
to the body. Although it was true that some took damage and eventually
recovered, there were just as many records of those who died, unable to heal
from their wounds.
***
***
***
Tanya Clark was the daughter of an ordinary merchant family, one that
was neither particularly rich nor poor. As a young girl she lived a completely
ordinary life in a peaceful countryside village, surrounded by her three sisters
and her parents.
Tanya was different from other girls in one way: she adored Seekers.
Lots of boys her age wanted to be Seekers. In both the city and the
countryside, it wasn’t uncommon to see them playing in the streets outside,
living imaginary adventures of their own. It was mostly treated as a fad, so
most boys gave up on these dreams when they grew up. Girls who wanted to
be Seekers were comparatively rare. They existed, sure, but boys seemed
better-suited to the work. Tanya was not dissuaded even then. Like many of
the boys her age, she was enamored with one particular Seeker.
The Seeker in question had been active in times long past and lived on
largely in legend. The Healer known as the Heavenly Maiden traveled
together with a hero called the Messiah, and together they accomplished
many a great feat. According to legend, the two were married, and they
founded the Holy Kingdom of Rodania—now the Republic of Rodania.
This was a tale as old as time, one that had passed into legend
embellished and exaggerated with each retelling, but Tanya loved it. She read
the story so many times, she could recite most of it from memory… Though
even as a child, she found the idea of a messianic hero who could use every
class quite laughable.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that much of Tanya’s personality
was shaped by this story. When she found out from the appraiser that her own
class was identical to that of the Seeker she looked up to—Healer—she was
over the moon. She began playing at Seeker adventures with the boys and
dreamed of one day becoming a real Seeker herself. While other girls her age
were playing house, toying with dolls, or getting interested in romance and
fashion, Tanya had been ensorcelled by her dreams of becoming a Seeker.
Naturally, Tanya’s family did not approve of her dreams. They made it
***
***
“Ooh…”
Alma and Lycia had just witnessed the unbelievable from their vantage
point in the shadows. Their pale faces twitched in response.
“We never should have come here. We never should have seen that…”
Lycia muttered, stunned.
“I agree…” said Alma.
It was true that they were worried about Noel. It was only natural for
Tanya to feel a grudge against him for making her a slave, even if the fault
lay with her. They knew Noel could handle himself and wouldn’t go down
***
The news about the ever-popular clan master had spread through the
empire before anyone could blink, and people were talking about it morning
and night. Not only that, but the article also made use of a new projection
technology called “photography.” Readers could see for themselves that Noel
and Tanya had kissed.
One would have expected the report to end with news of their romance,
but there was more to the article than that.
Noel’s former teammate Tanya, his passionate lover, was forced into
slavery by none other than Noel himself! Our investigation uncovered that
her wealthy master died of a heart attack! Tanya’s inheritance was a literal
fortune! An uncanny relationship… This recent incident… What is the dark
truth these two are hiding?!
The newspaper article didn’t just make it public knowledge that Noel
had been the source of Tanya’s enslavement; it also alleged that he’d plotted
***
***
Zero was in a private room looking over documents when there was a
knock at the door.
“A package has arrived for you, sir.”
“Come in.”
The clan member entered the room with a small package. He was much
younger than Zero, a friendly looking young man who often ran errands.
“It’s addressed to you, sir. Thing is, we don’t know the sender.”
***
“I came to thank you for your most wonderful present,” I said, replying
with a smile of my own.
The man—Lorelai’s vice-master, Zero Lindrake—laughed so hard and
so merrily that his shoulders shook. Loki was lying on the floor by his side,
tightly bound. He was in the form of a casual thug, a form I knew well. His
***
This was the second time he’d been ordered to run away and done as
he was told.
“Shit… Augh, dammit!”
Tears streamed from Loki’s eyes as he ran. All this was his fault. If he
***
***
The winter sun fell as rapidly as though it were rolling down a hill. The
visitor arrived at the Lorelai clan house in the evening. He entered the
drawing room, flanked by bodyguards, a beautiful man with long hair and a
chilling gaze. He faced Johann.
“You know why I’m here, don’t you?”
Johann gave a joking shrug in reply. “Of course, Your Highness.”
Prince Caius—the second-eldest imperial prince—stared at the carefree
Johann with a furrowed brow.
“That attitude of yours… It’s not Forma, or Simeon, or Andrezj. It’s
been some months since I had a chance to talk to you directly, Johann. And I
must say that I still don’t like you.”
Caius knew all about Johann’s multiple personalities. Usually, Johann
left everything to Forma to handle, but depending on the person in question,
he would sometimes swap them for Simeon or Andrezj. All three were good
communicators. Forma was sharp, quick at thinking on his feet, and fearless,
making him Johann’s most trusted personality, but he was also arrogant and
thought extremely highly of himself. This weak point made him a bad choice
for meetings with people of high standing.
“I’m so happy to see you again, Your Highness,” Johann said.
“Shut up.”
In contrast to the cool and composed Johann, Prince Caius was ice
cold. No, he was furious.
***
Not long afterward, the door burst open, and Zero entered the drawing
room. When his eyes met Johann’s, his face bloomed with an astonished
smile.
“I saw His Highness at the clan house entrance. He was furious! I had a
bad feeling about it, but even then, I never imagined you’d really put things
into motion. You’re unbelievable.”
Zero had known what was coming. Johann merely shrugged.
“I’m used to people getting angry at me,” he said.
“Then maybe reflect on it a little!”
“I don’t like to look back too often. I’d rather live with my eyes on the
horizon.”
Johann laughed easily and put a cigarette in his mouth. He lit it,
inhaled deeply, then let out a puff of smoke.
***
***
***
In the drawing room stood four men dressed in tuxedos, each obviously
of noble standing. If Leon’s memory served, then the three uptight older men
were lords, and the chubby middle-aged gentleman was from Vulcan
Industries.
There were no bodyguards in the room. They’d likely been made to
wait outside. Still, regardless of whether there were bodyguards in wait, there
would likely not be many. These men had visited the clan house in secret.
***
When the old men finally left the drawing room, the rest of Wild
Tempest’s main team entered in their place. It seemed they’d been listening
to everything from outside.
“Forty billion in total! I wouldn’t expect anything less from the
second-in-command to the snake,” said Hugo, clapping his hands in
appreciation.
“That took some real guts,” Koga said. His bold grin made it clear that
***
Though the southwest domain of Bascoud was now part of the empire,
it had once been under the control of the Mediola Kingdom. It was one of
three countries to be absorbed by the empire after the kingdom was
annihilated by the Cocytus.
The lands of Bascoud were warm all year round, and even in winter,
temperatures never dropped below ten degrees. However, because of strange
weather this particular year, it grew cold enough to snow. Although the
snowfall wasn’t enough to pile up across the cities and roads, the locally
revered Table Mountain was covered in a thick layer of it.
Bascoud was not far from Tron, the subject of Lorelai’s attack. It was
also another domain that had chosen to betray Johann. There was no doubt
that Lorelai would now turn its sights on Bascoud’s largest city, Juan Maria.
In order to meet Lorelai before the clan arrived, Leon had set up Wild
Tempest’s forces on the roads not far from Juan Maria, where the townsfolk
had since been evacuated.
Lorelai had arrived via a group teleport skill, a power only available to
high-ranking Wizards. At their head, Johann Eissfeldt looked over Leon and
his forces with a leisurely calm.
“So many new faces, and I see you’ve hired mercenaries! A wise
choice… But what of the snake?”
Leon did not answer. Johann’s shoulders drooped.
“Such a pity. He still hasn’t recovered, then?”
“I told you, didn’t I? You pay the price for using that kind of power.”
The voice came from the brown-skinned young man standing next to
Johann: Lorelai’s vice-master, Zero. Though he’d lost his battle against Noel,
he seemed no worse for wear.
“Indeed, it would seem you were right. In which case, the snake is the
main dish, and what stands before us now are our appetizers.”
Johann’s eyes filled with a sudden ferocity. He was preparing to strike.
“Battle formations, everyone! It’s—”
Leon couldn’t even say starting because Johann was already closing in.
Leon readied his shield, unleashing two Paladin skills: Holy Shield and Iron
Will. Both would significantly boost his defense.
Johann was an A-Rank Lancer with the Rune Lancer subclass. He had
a wealth of mid-range attack skills. Leon had heard that in battle, Johann was
able to change the shortsword at his waist into a full-length spear. Leon
expected Johann to ready that spear as he closed in in a bid to unleash his
mid-range attacks.
“What?!”
Johann didn’t even touch his spear. Instead, he maintained full speed as
he slipped into striking range of Leon. Then, instead of a spear, he threw a
punch with his right hand, his fist wrapped in a golden chakra.
“Fort Crusher.”
Fort Crusher was a skill belonging to the High Monk subclass,
***
***
The fierce battle between the two A-Rankers, Leon and Johann, grew
more intense as they continued their back-and-forth. Leon parried Johann’s
vicious strikes with his shield and struck back with counters. Having had his
shield annihilated by Johann’s first strike, Leon was now able to make better
use of the Paladin’s ironclad defenses by parrying Johann’s attacks to the side
instead of taking them on directly.
He couldn’t emerge from the parries entirely unscathed, however. With
each attack, Leon was taking damage to his shield arm, and it was worsening
over time. He was constantly using his healing abilities to keep going, but the
pain held steady, each fresh pulse threatening to knock him unconscious.
Leon also had to grit through the wound in his side, which he could not heal.
Any ordinary person would have died of shock already, but Leon was
different.
***
The battle with Lorelai was reaching its conclusion. Hugo’s puppet
soldiers—in tandem with Mirage Triad—had left the better part of Lorelai
unable to continue. Now it even seemed that Leon had bested Johann. The
key player left to bring down now was the Lorelai vice-master, Zero. He was
in an unfavorable position, defending against the barrage of attacks from
Alma, Koga, and Wolf.
“Concentrate your attacks! Fire!”
Hugo brought together the puppet soldiers spread out in battle and
moved them in as support against Zero. The long-range puppet soldiers kept
up steady waves of fire, pushing Zero farther back.
“Idiot, follow my lead!”
“Who you callin’ an idiot?!”
Koga let loose a complaint as he swooped in to support Alma, who was
leaping toward Zero.
“Secret Swordsmanship Tsubame Gaeshi!”
The space filled with sword slashes, all set on attacking Zero at once.
“You two take the lead! Give it everything!”
Wolf headed in after Koga to add another layer of support for Alma.
He raised his dual blades above his head and let loose a lightning attack.
“Take this! Flash Hazard!”
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The night before the battle, Leon visited Supreme Dragon’s clan house
on the invitation of a certain someone—Zeke Feinstein, EX-Rank Seeker and
one of the strongest men in the empire.
Leon had successfully hired Mirage Triad as mercenaries during his
preparations to battle Lorelai. The clan would lend powerful support, but
Wild Tempest’s chances of victory were still slim. Leon knew they needed
someone even more powerful…but unfortunately, there were no other clans
they could trust.
After much deliberation, Leon decided to ask not for the support of a
whole clan, but of just one individual: Zeke Feinstein. Forget having the
strength of an army—Zeke easily surpassed one. Leon had never met Zeke,
but Noel seemed to be on friendly terms with him, since Zeke had granted
him the use of his name to hold a symposium. Knowing Noel, it was less a
friendship and more of a partnership behind the scenes, no different than his
relationship with Finocchio.
Whatever the case, Noel was an important figure as far as Zeke was
concerned. If Wild Tempest lost, Noel’s value was lost with it. Zeke wouldn’t
want an outcome like that, so he could potentially be relied on to help fight
Lorelai. With these thoughts in mind, Leon sent an offer to Zeke in secret.
Zeke, in turn, summoned Leon to Supreme Dragon’s clan house in order to
give him a reply.
“You can’t be serious? Trying to scramble for help from other clans to
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The fight was like something of the gods. Each move, each strike
heralded calamity and disaster as it was used. From afar, all Leon and the
others could do was protect themselves to make sure they didn’t lose their
lives to the aftershock. Fortunately, nobody had died yet, but you could never
predict what came next when the gods themselves went wild.
“This… This isn’t our battle anymore…”
Alma’s voice was filled with rage and frustration as she spoke. Leon
felt the same way. He’d hired Zeke, but he never expected that they’d be so
***
Noel remained fast asleep in the clan house infirmary. Loki began to
think that might be for the best. There wasn’t anything that Noel could do
now, even if he was to wake up somehow. Lorelai wasn’t the sort of
opponent you could beat without careful preparation, and that went double
for a buffer. Noel managed to climb to his position through his smarts and his
cunning, which made up for his weakness in battle. This had an unfortunate
downside, though. Noel was powerless in battles that went beyond scheming.
In truth, Loki knew that he was also growing weaker. He was prepared
to give up his own life should he fail in his mission. He’d ended up a hostage
instead, and caused Noel to fall comatose. All of this was his fault. Loki sat
in his chair and sighed.
“Huh? You…”
At that moment, the door to the infirmary opened, and an older
gentleman in a tuxedo entered. For some reason, he carried a black coffin on
his back. Loki stood up before he could think. He thought at first that the man
might be an undertaker, but no, he didn’t seem the type. Loki even thought he
might know who this old man was. Namely, the coordinator of Wild
***
The battle between Zeke and Johann was tipping steadily in the
former’s favor. In terms of damage, Zeke was clearly the weaker of the two,
but he also yearned to win with a much fiercer determination and resolve. He
continued his fearsome sword attacks, gradually pushing Johann to his limit.
“Is this the best you’ve got? Huh, Johann Eissfeldt?!”
“Grrr!”
***
With Zeke out of the picture, I stood facing Johann. Our eyes locked.
“Let’s put an end to this,” I said.
“So arrogant for one so late. I’ve no reason to refuse, even so.”
“One-on-one, fair and square.”
“You don’t need your friends to help?”
“No need to bring them into a fight like this. This is between you and
me. Hey, Harold!”
At my call, Harold dropped from the airship and landed between the
two of us.
“As an official inspector of the Seekers Association, I, Harold Jenkins,
shall act as the official observer of this duel between the two of you.”
Harold gave a deep and respectful bow, but Johann was unimpressed.
***
With the Noble Blood’s power inside of me, I was filled with a sense
of boundless potential. It flooded me with the desire to release all of its
destructive powers, but I somehow held on and managed to keep it under
control without going berserk. I had the Talker skill: Mental Fortitude to
thank for that.
The time limit hadn’t changed. I’d used about one minute fighting
Zero. A little less than a minute getting woken from my coma. This left me
with just over three minutes. Any more than that, and my body might not be
able to handle it.
“Amazing! You’re in full control of the beast’s power!”
Johann looked overjoyed as he raised his spear into a fighting stance.
“Now show me everything you can do with that power. Javelin Rain!”
A countless number of spears appeared in the empty space behind
Johann. I used the giant black case I’d brought with me as a shield, defending
against the wave of Johann’s attack. The case itself crumbled to pieces in an
instant, but the axe inside played its defensive role perfectly.
“Here we go,” I said.
I wasn’t about to waste any time. With axe in hand, I leaped at Johann.
His spears flew toward me, but I knocked them away. I landed in striking
range and swung my axe. Johann prepared to use a counterattack skill.
But he was too slow. Far too slow.
“Feast upon his corpse, Onikagura!”
The axe responded to the bloodthirst flowing through me with an
ominous glow that cloaked its entire form. It was a replica of the battle-axe
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With Noel and Harold gone, Johann was left on his own in the cave. It
was a beautiful place. Clean water flowed through it, and the moss on the
walls glowed with a soft, almost fantastical light.
Johann felt at ease. Even on the brink of death, he felt no pain, just the
comfortable invite of sleep. If this was what it felt like to die, then he had no
complaints. Johann blew out smoke as he looked up at the warm light
streaming in from above. For a moment, it was eclipsed by an approaching
black shape: a dragon. It flapped its wings and descended to the place where
Johann sat.
“Hey, Zero. You lost too?”
The black dragon—Zero—was clearly weakened. A small scar from a
blade could be seen around its throat. The dragon nodded and nuzzled its
nose into Johann.
“Then we both lost… But it doesn’t feel so bad. We gave it everything
we had. I’ve got no regrets. Got to punch the snake in the face as hard as I
could too.”
***