Chapter 195:

Chapter 195:

Juliet couldnt understand.

It seemed like the butterflies wanted to tell her something, they struggled to approach Juliet without the snake noticing.

(Objective. No. Means.)

(Arrogant, human. Man. Carlyle.)

(Contractor only, power. Borrow.)

(So. Snake. Forcibly)

Not the objective, but the means?

Clearly, the butterflies were trying to convey a message to her while avoiding the snakes surveillance.

The problem was, Juliet couldnt understand the urgent words at all. Although she was earnest, the stuttering voices of the butterflies seemed to be increasingly weakening, almost about to fade.

Their already faint blue glow was gradually fading.

It was like when the black panther tried to directly inform her but was restrained by the golden chains.

The butterflies fluttered frustratingly, coming a little closer each time.

(Contractor. Carlyle. Sword. Master.)

(Black, beast.)

With the last of their strength, one of the butterflies fluttered and flew a little.

Avoiding the snakes gaze, Juliet enveloped the butterfly that flew gently into her hand and was startled by the images flowing into her mind.

The butterfly that desperately flew in seemed to forcibly induce a vision in her.

-I can do anything.

Uh?

Juliet hesitated.

Considering the energy it took to convey this, it was a rather unexpected memory.

-You can do extraordinary things, beyond even the imagination of a human like you.

It was the image of the black panther spirit, full of defiance.

But why?

Ah.

Juliet, who had been puzzled, suddenly realized something.

The message that her shimmering butterflies were so desperate to convey as they were dying.

The black panther had bragged to her several times.

But it never revealed what ability it possessed. No, Juliet had never been curious about what this talkative and ambiguous spirit could do.

But

The black panther is also a spirit dependent on the artifact. Its hiding some ability, and that can only be manifested at the request of the contractor, Lennox

Not the objective, but the means..

The pieces of words and circumstances floating in her mind fit together like threading scattered beads together.

Juliet understood why the snake had kept her alive for a long time even after encountering her several times.

She was just a pawn on the chessboard.

For the objective, she was nothing but bait to move Lennox Carlyle according to its will.

And that objective would surely be something only Lennox could do. So, to demand some ability from the contracted spirit

Ah, I see.

?

The hesitating snake turned its head towards her.

What do you understand?

Juliet calmly met the snakes fierce violet gaze.

The snow had stopped, but moving the massive boulders seemed impossible.

So, the engineers decided to follow the Dukes advice.

They calculated the weak points of the rocks, then applied a strong force momentarily to shatter them and bring them down.

Bang!

Damn!

Be careful!

The problem was that the ground was hard in Elpasa, and the fallen rocks were not small.

Despite skilled stonemasons and engineers being on it, the pace of work was slow compared to the exhaustion of the workers and the tools getting damaged.

Lets try again.

This wont work. Its better to use the tools we had before-

Amid the fretting engineers, a man strode through them.

Bang.

Thud.

With just a swing of a sword, a massive rock that the engineers had failed to break several times shattered into pieces.

Speechless, they just stared, while Duke Carlyle who held the sword spoke tersely,

Next.

Huh?

Next.

Oh Yes! Right here!

The dazed engineers hurriedly cleared the debris and pointed to the next target spot. In this manner, they were gradually bringing down the mountain.

Despite shattering the huge rocks, the pitch-black sword remained unscratched.

Is that the rumored magic sword?

Ive heard he was the Sword Master, but

To think something like this was possible with aura. I had no idea.

The engineers and workers brought from outside admired the scene.

However, the faces of the knights close to Duke Carlyle darkened noticeably.

There were a few more Sword Masters among the distinguished Dukes knights. But even they couldnt mimic what the Duke was doing.

We should stop him.

The knights of the Dukes house exchanged quiet opinions.

If he continues like this, his body wont hold up.

Do you think he will listen if we try to stop him?

Its already been four days.

Without eating or resting, Lennox had been pushing his body to the limit.

The knights of the Dukes house watched with worry as Lennox flexed his bandaged hand.

The artifact, the pitch-black sword, might withstand the shock, but a human body couldnt handle the accumulated fatigue and impact.

But Lennox didnt care about his condition at all.

If he didnt push himself even for a moment, horrible nightmares hovered before his eyes.

Juliet, lying coldly in his arms as a corpse in the nightmare.

Before being suffocated by the nightmare, it was better to destroy himself.

He gritted his teeth.

Stay alive.

He had to believe she was alive.