Chapter 26

Translator and Editor: Effe and Nabi

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Chapter 26

“I know.”

Leonhard couldn’t have known.

The aide who disappeared from the banquet hall was the leader of the Knights Order under the direct control of the Crown Prince, Pabel Dehaka.

“Where is Sir Pable?”

Leonhard politely asked the aides, who had barely escaped his pain.

They were all proven innocent and suffered unnecessary suffering because of their master. So, they were people worthy of respect.

“Ah, he must have been near me earlier…”

Countess Viera answered with her anxious face. At that, everyone’s eyes were focused on the only exit. A huge ice wall completely blocked the door.

Celine opened her mouth.

“I’ve been making it since I came in.”

She replied before adding, “No one would have been able to get out there.”

“Then, he’ll still be here.”

—Thud!

Everyone flinched. It was because Leonhard had Rashir nailed to the marble floor.

“Lord!”

“Leonhard, where is it?”

Nonetheless, he ignored the commotions and shut his eyes, concentrating on Rashir.

“…Found it.”

Uttering so, he strode towards a point in a straight line as if no one else existed in this space. Everyone in Leonhard’s path made a path as if they had received an order.

“Sir Pable.”

The sound of gasps erupted from all directions.

In a place where there was obviously no one, the Knight Commander Pable Dehaka appeared and was staring at Leonhard with bloodshot eyes.

“…It was you.”

“What are you talking about, Lord Leonhard?”

The knight commander waved his hand as if he did not understand.

“I had a headache, and I just leaned on the pillar for a while.”

“…Sir Pable, give me your left hand.”

The knight commander did not even move, but Rashir was pulled out of Leonhard’s waist and drew an arc.

***

“It was you.”

As soon as Celine heard Leonhardt’s voice, she evacuated all of the aides except for the knight commander to the door.

—Bang!

The blue-grey eyes were wide open. At the same time as the roar, the ice wall broke into pieces of ice, and a huge tree with a trunk the size of a gate stood in the place where the ice wall was.

A tree that looked old and withered.

Goosebumps sprouted all over her body. She knew instinctively. An evil power that was different from monsters and couldn’t even be felt as life.

This was black magic.

A blue flame flew out of Celine’s hand.

‘I have to burn it down.’

Flames engulfed the entire tree.

‘…What?’

The evil energy of the tree did not disappear at all. Rather…

As Celine hastily withdrew her magic, the tree looked undamaged.

…No, it got bigger.

All of a sudden, the roots were stretching out to grab Celine and the legs of the aides.

“Hey, what is this!”

“Kyaaak!”

The roots quickly wrapped around her and the aides and lifted them into the air. It felt like she was suffocating from the pressure that tightened all over her body.

Celine closed her eyes and tried to think calmly. She herself had tried her magic twice so far.

‘The fire doesn’t go through. The same goes for ice. Then…’

The next moment, the wind shook the entire banquet hall. Celine felt the roots wobble to hold her.

—Crack!

Dozens of ice blades pierced the roots that wrapped around her. Even though it didn’t break the root, it was strong enough to loosen it in an instant.

—Thud!

Celine fell to the hard floor.

“Us, us too!”

One of the aides yelled at her as she struggled.

Celine thought for a moment.

The ice blade was sharp enough to cut through a person’s neck in an instant. Otherwise, instead of the root, she could have killed the life of the aide, who was still intact.

“Wait a minute!”

She didn’t tell them that they had to be wrapped around the roots.

‘You don’t have to panic.’

Then, she lifted her head and found Leonhardt, who was confronting the knight commander. She was going to help him and she was going to finish the knight as soon as possible.

“…!”

Leonhard, as if he had no interest in the knight commander, was running towards her and the aides without stopping. Ugly roots climbed endlessly from the floor to stop him. However, in front of Rashir, the roots that came up were cut helplessly.

Slaughtering the roots, he had a cold face that showed no emotion.

Rashir flashed from Leonhardt’s hand, finally reaching the aides.

“Uwaak!”

Marquis Montgomery screamed and fell to the floor. Hearing the sound of his crawling, it seemed like he was okay.

—Thud!

Each time Rashir flashed like a flash of light, the aides held at the root were released one by one. To them, Rashir felt like a flash of salvation.

How long has it been?

After a short period of time, the aides all settled on the floor. But, the roots were creeping towards them again.

Celine pointed to the huge pillar blocking the gate.

“Can you destroy that?”

The next moment…

Although Rashir turned into a great sword of Celine’s size, Leonhard swung his huge sword as if it was a feather.

—SNAP!

The tree blocking the gate fell, leaving only a stump less than a span in height. He then kicked the gate wide open with his foot.

“Escape everyone!”

At his words, the aides rushed out of the banquet hall.

“Celine, you too!”

“I want to be with you.”

Leonhard turned around and answered.

“Your magic didn’t work for that person. Escape together.”

“Why doesn’t magic work? You said wizards can fight warlocks too.”

Celine ignored his words and asked as she followed him.

Leonhard frowned.

“I don’t know. Warlocks also have different characteristics, so it might be a matter of compatibility… No, I told you to go!”

Just then, a huge tree sprang up and tore them apart.

“Celine…!”

Celine did not cry out Leonhard’s name, nor let a scream.

‘You can’t attack the root itself.’

However, the wind shook the roots.

‘Then…’

With that thought, she shut her eyes and focused her mind, remembering the teachings of Lute Carl.

‘Lute Celine, intense light is no less than darkness.’

In an instant, the entire banquet hall flashed blue.

Celine took in her breath as light enough to pierce her eyes was scattered all around her. Even the woman who created it herself found it too much to bear; Leonhard and the knight commander must have struggled to keep their eyes open.

“A cowardly move!”

The enraged voice of the knight commander echoed in the banquet hall. She frowned at the wonder.

‘You create darkness with magic, what’s wrong with that?’

She increased the intensity of the light even further against the dark wizard’s darkness, though no darkness was felt.

Eventually, she could see the Knights Commander in the scattered light. He had his whole body wrapped around the roots as if he couldn’t stand even the light hitting his skin.

“Leonhard.”

“I know.”

Surprisingly, Leonhard’s eyes were clearly open as if he had never been dazzled. He strode towards the knight commander. The roots stopped growing, but rather wobbled as if wounded by his steps.

He then stared at the knight commander with the roots tightly wrapped around him as though disgusted.

“Pabel Dehaka, I didn’t know you would be corrupt enough to take innocent people hostage.”

“Is it worse than the Prince who threw his people before a demon?”

The sneering voice of the Knights Commander resounded throughout the banquet hall.

Celine’s eyes widened. Even after hearing that Leonhard was a demon, the color of his face did not change.

“…Aren’t you ashamed? His Highness Ricardo sent you to that position.”

“You don’t know anything, greenhorn.”

“Careful!”

Leonhard flinched for a moment, then leaped to avoid the sudden crack in the ground. The rift was large enough to swallow him. Meanwhile, the knight commander was panting halfway on the floor as if he had used his last remaining strength.

Celine filled the banquet hall with even more intense light. She was afraid that the knight commander would use another move.

“Since we are close friends, I will pass on the will to the bereaved family.”

The knight commander let out a long, creepy laugh.

Leonhard glanced at the knight commander, who had kicked his last favor with contempt, and lifted up Rashir.

“Kwaaak!”

With a scream, red blood splashed all over Leonhardt’s body.

Not black blood, but red blood.

“….”

Leonhardt’s hands began to tremble.

Vivid red blood was pouring out from the body of the Knight Commander Pable Dehaka, which was split in two.

He had been slashing warlocks countless times. They shed black blood, and as soon as their lives died, only a skeleton remained.

…This man, who had a high status as the Crown Prince’s undisputed right arm, and who helped him several times—

“Leonhard, what’s wrong?”

When Celine’s worried voice was heard, Leonhard instinctively pushed her away as she carefully grabbed his own arm.

“Leonhard…?”

“Pable Dehaka… Sir Pable is not a warlock.”

“….!”

Celine’s eyes widened in astonishment.

It was then that the realization struck her that the blood couldn’t be this red if it were a warlock. It was not impossible to cheat with magic, but the opponent was Leonhard.

‘The reason that he couldn’t create darkness…’

A normal warlock would have been able to create darkness against her light. Though Sir Pable only produced more roots…

“Then, he was lured in…?”

“He must have been lured in. If he was just lured in, he would have passed Rashir’s test and showed red blood just like other aides.”

Celine stumbled. Leonhard’s hard voice was heard.

“Sir Pable was a victim.”

“….”

“He loved his wife terribly. I should have thought about why he didn’t even leave a will…”

She couldn’t say anything.

Celine didn’t know this person was being exploited, so she couldn’t say it wasn’t Leonhard’s fault. Unlike her life, because she didn’t know about other people’s lives, it wasn’t something she could take lightly.

“Who the hell why… Why are you doing this?”

Leonhard couldn’t answer, because he had dangerous speculation in his head that he couldn’t even speak out.

‘Sir Pable, your Master is…’

Rashir vibrated from the scabbard.

***

The Crown Prince of the Empire, Ricardo Unsorem stared at the man whose eyes were shining brightly and dared to hold his head upright in his face.

“Leonhard, I didn’t know you were such a brazen man. I thought you were guarding me.”

A hoarse voice escaped Leonhard’s sharp throat.

“After completing my mission, I will receive the proper disposition.”

“Mission?”

The Crown Prince frowned.

“Your mission was to find out if there were any warlocks among my people. Isn’t the verification over? Very perfectly.”

Even though the tone was clearly sarcastic to anyone who heard it, his expression was calm.

“There is still one left.”

“….?”

“Excuse me.”

Leonhard walked closer to the Crown Prince.

Rashir’s blade shone blue.

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