Chapter 240 - In Vain (1)

Chapter 240 - In Vain (1)

“Sword on.”

Znggg!

Henry figured that Arthus’ ego had to be bruised because he had defeated Pim and Rim with just mana. So, he unleashed another burst of mana as he drew his Colt Sword.

“A sword, huh...”

Arthus wasn’t intimidated; rather, he examined the sword Henry had drawn with interest.

“You’re the disciple of the dead archmage, and yet you wield a sword...”

“Whether I use a sword or not is none of your business, since you’re going to be dead soon.”

Rumble!

Henry cut off Arthus’ rather sarcastic remark and concentrated his Aura into the blade of the Colt Sword.

Henry’s heart was pounding. With a few steps forward and a couple of swings with his sword, his killing spree would finally come to an end.

Thump... Thump...

How long had Henry been waiting for this day? Ever since the first day after his reincarnation, he had dreamed of beheading Arthus countless times. After days, weeks, months... For two years Henry had been anticipating this exact moment; he could finally exact his revenge.

Henry didn't think for a moment that he would fail.

The Arthus that Henry knew was a very intelligent man when it came to politics, but he knew nothing about magic or Aura.

Despite this, Arthus was still calm, looking Henry in the eye.

‘Ha?’

Seeing how composed Arthus was, Henry suddenly became angry as he couldn’t understand why Arthus was so confident. New novel chapters are published on

“Disgusting,” Henry said out loud what he was thinking.

Smirk.

Arthus laughed, and at that, Henry could no longer contain his rage, so he swung his Colt Sword at Arthus with all his might... But his sword passed right through Arthus.

“...!”

Arthus was clearly in front of him, but Henry’s sword just sliced through thin air.

Henry felt like he was facing an illusion. He swung his sword again, but Arthus’ figure remained unchanged, his sword passing through him once again.

“ARTHUS!” shouted Henry, rage flooding every fiber of his being.

Seeing how furiously Henry shouted, Arthus merely laughed with satisfaction. “Hahahahaha!” Showing off his intangible body, he told Henry, “As much as I’d love to hang out with you...”

As he trailed off, Arthus stepped forward and grabbed Henry’s veiny forehead.

Henry could clearly feel Arthus’ fingers on his forehead. It was a strange phenomenon, and Henry’s thoughts ran wild.

Just what could it be? Why was it that Arthus could touch Henry’s forehead but Henry couldn’t cut him? Not even the former 8th-Circle Archmage, the most knowledgeable wizard to had ever existed, could understand this phenomenon.

Henry was enraged; his jaw was clenched, his teeth grinding against each other. He had pushed himself almost to the limit in order to crush Pim and Rim because he had thought that he would finally put an end to this dreadful quest for revenge.

Arthus took great pleasure in staring at Henry’s enraged face.

To Henry, Arthus’ smile was deceptive. It was certainly mocking, but it also looked as if Arthus knew everything about Henry.

Removing his hand from Henry’s forehead, Arthus continued, “...I don't think it's the right time yet, haha.”

With that, Arthus vanished before Henry’s eyes.

...

Henry was left alone in the palace. The silence was deafening, unbearable.

Stunned, Henry involuntarily opened his mouth, and with confused eyes, he stared at the spot where Arthus had been moments prior.

‘Just... What the hell did I see?’

No matter how many times he replayed the last sequence of events in his head, nothing made sense.

Henry was the continent’s first magic swordsman. He was also the continent’s only 7th-Circle wizard, and one of the continent’s strongest swordsmen, having reached the level of a Sword Master.

“Right! I can use him!”

Having thought of a person who could help him, Hector started moving.

After passing through dozens of walls, he arrived in Kale’s office. Kale had just finished teaching and was lying in his chair with a book over his face, fast asleep.

In an urgent voice, Hector said, “Hey.”

“...”

“Hey!”

“...Huh?”

Not even his students were allowed to enter this room, so to hear an unfamiliar voice obviously woke Kale up.

After he opened his eyes, Kale found himself facing the spirit form of Hector right up close.

“A-AAAHHH!”

A scream echoed through Kale's office.

***

“Slurp!”

Dracan cradled a handful of grebells in his arm, and bit into them savagely, like a pig. With each bite, he felt a tingling sensation all over his body, filling him with more mana.

‘A little more. Just a little more and I’ll be...!’

Having reached pure enlightenment through satisfying his curiosities, he had reached the 6th-Circle for some time now.

He had become knowledgeable enough in anthropology that he could be considered a 7th-Circle Archmage. Nonetheless, he still hadn’t awakened as a 7th-Circle.

The reason was simple — the amount of mana required to reach the 7th-Circle was unimaginably high compared to the amount necessary to evolve from a mage to an Archmage.

However, Dracan had a vague feeling that he would soon awaken as a 7th-Circle after having consumed hundreds of grebells.

With ambition glowing in his eyes, Dracan took another bite off from a grebell, but just then, a familiar voice greeted him.

“You look well, Dracan.”

It was none other than Arthus, who greeted Dracan with a familiar smile.

Dracan put down the grebell he had taken a bite from and bowed.

“This is all thanks to you, Your Majesty.”

“I’m sure it is. So you’ll awaken soon, right?”

“Of course. It’s really only a matter of time now.”

“Is that so?”

Arthus’ eyes sparkled at the news that Dracan was close to awakening as a 7th-Circle, as to him, Dracan was the most important person.

“I’ve just come back from meeting Henry Morris.”

“Henry Morris...?”

Dracan was shocked that Arthus had just met Henry. He, too, knew of Henry’s existence, the one and only disciple of the late Archmage.

“Yes. He has grown so strong that he’s even more powerful than his master. In fact, he’s so strong that he managed to destroy Pim and Rim, who were deliberately created to capture him, solely with mana.”

Pim and Rim had been Dracan’s creations, made from a mix of Black Mythril and humans, created solely for the purpose of capturing Henry.

But to think that Henry had managed to destroy Pim and Rim that easily, with just mana...

Dracan looked at Arthus in disbelief, who ignored his surprised reaction and continued, “He’s an interesting guy. I was worried that he might be boring, but he exceeded my expectations, so I’m quite pleased. On this note, Dracan, I’m granting you permission to consume the capital.”

“...Really?!”

“Yes. I think the time has finally come, Dracan.”

Consuming the capital.

Recognizing what this meant, Dracan couldn’t resist smiling.