Side Story Chapter 134

Side Story Chapter 134

The collision of their auras churned the air into a storm that swept away the skeletons. Their bones were shattered, sending fragments flying everywhere, but that didnt take long for them to return to their original form. The damage caused by the battle between Kireua and the Wild King was instantly restored by Crevassed using his draconic magic. It didnt matter if the damage was to objects or the undead surrounding them.

Another death knight, one that seemed to embody the lethal edge of a sword stepped into their fight. This death knight was smaller than the Wild King, but he exuded quite a powerful energy as well.

-Why dont you stop there, Wild King? Youre still so childish. You were going to help him anyway.

The new death knight turned.

-Did you say your name is Kireua Sanders?

Who are you? Kireua asked between labored breaths.

-My name is Kasselon. Kasselon ben Britten.

Kireua instantly stopped panting. B-ben Britten?

-Oh, no. Judging from your reaction, my master must have not informed you of our identities.

Death knights didnt have a facial expression, but from the way Kasselon shook his head, it was obvious that his masters choices had left him baffled.

-Ha! Thats why you cant help but respect him even more. It means he leaves the final choice to use, even when it comes to his own children.

-I would have lent my help even if an idiot came to us since well never be able to repay our debt to our master even with our lives.

-Were already dead, so we dont have lives to offer.

-Its a figure of speech. Do you really have to nitpick over every word?

-Huh? Nitpick? Is there no hierarchy in Avalon?

-If youre talking about the social hierarchy we lived in before our death, you were a duke and I was a prince, so Im definitely not the lower-ranked person here.

-My son is older than you! Come to think of it, I dont know what he does nowadays.

Kireua stared blankly at the silly quarrel that suddenly started between Kasselon and the Wild King.

Seriously, knights Aisha quietly heaved a sigh and stepped over to Kireua. They seem to like you, fortunately.

Teacher?

These death knights look like theyre going to help you.

The Wild King interrupted as if he had been waiting for her to say that.

-Aiding the baby prince is equivalent to helping our master, so there was nothing for me to think about.

Th-Then why did you fight me? Kireua asked.

-For fun.

Kireua stood there like a fool; the sheer audacity left him grasping for words.

-Please allow me to apologize on his behalf.

If your name is Kasselon ben Britten, then youre from the deposed Imperial Family of Avalon, arent you? Emperor Marcus ben Brittens Kireua trailed off.

-Yes, Marcus ben Britten was my father before I died.

It was just as Kireua expected. He felt a reflexive repulsion. Although he tried very hard not to reveal it, the people around him were, unsurprisingly, perfectly capable of noticing.

The Wild King tilted his head, bemused.

-He really knows nothing. This is a little unfair.

Of course.

Silence lay blanketed the area until Kasselon finally spoke up.

-Thats selfishness, not selflessness, Your Highness.

Am I being too greedy? Kireua mumbled.

-Yes, you are.

Kasselon was so firm that he sounded cold.

-There are two candidates to become the Emperor of Avalon. Lets say one of them is vastly better than the other one. Hes not only good in combat but also has the wisdom to rule. Nevertheless, that exceptional candidate says hell hand over the throne to the other candidate. What would the citizens think? The nobles? And how would your brother feel?

That is

-If youre truly a selfless person, you would have handed over the throne by losing the battle on purposebut you dont want to do that, do you?

Kireua nodded slightly. Every fiber of his body hated the idea of losing to Selim.

-Then abandon your wishy-washy attitude. Beat him and claim the throne. I was concerned there would be a nasty power struggle between two brothers who wouldn't hesitate to stab each other in the back, not a legitimate competition in good faith. The people would vastly prefer the latter.

-Hohoho! This conversation makes me even more convinced.

-What do you mean?

-Is there anyone else who is as greedy as our master? He reached the peak of martial prowess, took the throne, and has three beautiful wives all to himself

Kasselon gave the Wild King a disapproving look.

-How can you say that when you know the full story?

-The world only cares for results. Who wouldnt envy our master?

The Wild King took a step forward.

-So thats why I like him even more. From what Ive seen so far, hes the spitting image of our master. I guess that's why they say blood is thicker than water.

Me? Kireua tilted his head in confusion.

-Yeah, you. In that regard, you passed my test.

Kireuas eyes widened. R-Really?

-Dont be too happy yet. I told you that you have to earn the recognition of two out of the twelve of us, didnt I?

Havent I?

Hadnt he already earned Kasselons recognition?

-Heheis it finally my turn? Black lizard, you heard them; why dont you untie me now?

Tsk. Crevasse frowned. For some reason he looked resigned. I really should do something about his mouth someday. Keeping a lunatic in chains is no joke. Its several times harder than restoring the damage youve done to this place.

-Now, now, now Ladies and gentlemen, this is the moment youve been waiting for.

A slender death knight flitted toward Kireua, holding a long rapier that echoed his physique

-I, Arie bron Sten, will test my new masters skills. Please enjoy.

A-Arie bron Sten? Kireuas jaw dropped to the floor, but Arie rushing Kireua.

-Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Entertain me again, Joshuaahem, Kireua Sanders.