Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 428

Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 428

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]

Chapter 428: Night Walkers (4)

Sinclaire.

Among the 20th batch of Colosseo Academy, Sinclaire was the exemplary student boasting the most outstanding talent and grades, second only to Vikir.

Originally, in the past life, she had vanished from everyone’s sight after graduating from the Colosseo Academy. But now, she appeared before her peers.

“Step back!”

Sinclaire shouted in a sharp voice at Bianca, who was holding Tudor.

Simultaneously.

Crack! Crackle!

The ground tore apart on a massive scale, and the yellow-gold vein beneath it was entirely lifted.

A whole layer of the earth broke off and floated into the air.

Countless gold nuggets melted in the scorching magical field and were newly reshaped.

Before long, an enormous number of golden hands appeared behind Sinclaire.

One thousand hands.

Each one glowing with a resplendent golden light.

Behind her, a large mana wheel rotated, emitting a halo.

The hat on Sinclaire’s head began to exert its full power.

Nicknamed the “Wealthy Hat,” it was a mystical artifact that increased the amount of mana based on the amount of gold owned.

This artifact truly shone, reflecting Sinclaire’s overwhelming wealth as the official head of the Bourgeois Clan.

Moreover, Sinclaire had reached a high stat level within the Abyss Tree..

Because of this, she was able to double-cast large-scale earth and gold elemental magic.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Numerous golden fists rained down, temporarily halting the invincible cavalry of the Donquixote Clan.

Horses fell, and knights rolled on the ground.

The tightening encirclement momentarily loosened.

Of course, Bianca, who had crossed countless life-and-death situations, wouldn’t miss such an opportunity.

Whoosh—

Bianca moved immediately,

With seamless movement, she picked up Tudor and soared upwards.

As Bianca and Tudor broke through the encirclement and retreated, Sinclaire also flew through the air to cover them.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The spears flying towards Bianca were deflected by golden fists.

Bianca, running silently, finally turned her head towards Sinclaire.

“...What about Bourgeios?”

“I left it to Uncle Damien. It’s shameless to say this now, but... I was worried about you all.”

Sinclaire spoke in a small, creeping voice, lowering her head.

To be blunt, Sinclaire and Bianca had been ignoring each other.

Sinclaire originally planned to graduate from the academy with excellent grades, prove her skills, and then compete with her cousin Juliet for the position of head of the Bourgeois Clan.

However, after Juliet died and Sinclaire found herself increasingly drawn to Vikir, a fellow student, she began to lose her way.

Struggling with inner turmoil, she decided to drop out of the Colosseo Academy to sort out her thoughts and make a firm decision about her future.

She also tried to cut ties with other friends who stirred her emotions.

One day, without a word, she vanished, disappearing from everyone’s sight.

But fate had other plans.

Sinclaire found herself trapped within Abyss tree, and in the process, she began to reflect on her inner self.

The slaughter, the filth, the betrayal, she saw human’s worst qualities.

But, during the mission where only one could survive and descend to the next level.

Amidst such extreme trials,

“If it comes to this, I think it’s right to let the person with the highest chance of survival go. Sinclaire, you’re the genius among us. You should go.”

“...Hmph. You know you’ve been treating me completely unfairly lately, right? Reflect on that, seriously. Where else would you find such good friends?”

Her friends, whom she had been ready to turn her back on, supported and sacrificed for her.

They didn’t ask questions or raise doubts; they simply trusted her completely.

This made her ashamed of herself, as she had calculated that staying away from her friends would be more advantageous.

...And the same went for ‘the one’ she had harbored feelings for in her heart.

The invincible cavalry that was pursuing them stopped....

“You bastards! How dare you mess with my friends!”

“Unforgivable!”

“We’ll pay you back twice over!”

Sancho and Figgy, along with Tudor who had recovered thanks to Dolores’ healing, joined the fray.

“Bianca!”

“Tudor!”

Tudor and Bianca joined hands and leaped, each delivering a powerful counterattack to the knights pursuing them.

“Hey— The Wealth of the night has arrived!”

[TL/N: Cindiwendy will be called Financier of the night going forward.]

“Wouldn’t ‘Golden Queen of the Night’ be a better title?”

Sancho and Figgy grinned at Sinclaire, who returned their smiles with tears of relief.

It’s always reassuring and enjoyable to be together. That’s what it means to be comrades.

“...It’s a shame one of us is missing.”

Figgy’s inadvertent mumble made everyone flinch.

But it was only for a moment.

“Don’t worry. That guy will definitely come back.”

“He’s the kind of person you can’t imagine dying.”

“...Right?”

“He might even be healthier than us.”

“We’ll definitely save big brother.”

Tudor, Sancho, Figgy, Bianca, and Sinclaire turned with determined expressions.

And before them stood Dolores, their most reliable senior and ally.

“All set! The prayer is complete!”

Dolores clasped her hands together and began to emanate divine power.

**Whoosh—**

A bright white flame began to spread out in a dome shape.

As the holy power from Dolores reached the knights of the Donquixote Clan, they all flinched simultaneously.

The dullness cleared from their eyes, and their movements noticeably slowed.

“It worked! It’s having an effect!” Tudor couldn’t help but shout.

However, Dolores’s expression was far from bright.

“No, it’s not enough. The brainwashing is too strong. A demon of the highest order, like the Ten Calamities, must be behind this.”

And standing before Dolores, indirectly controlling the knights through this power, was the mastermind of the battlefield.

“Ha ha ha ha! As long as I am here, His influence remains unchallenged!”

Pedro. He was exuding dark energy and charging toward Dolores.

As Pedro drew closer, the eyes of the surrounding knights grew dark again, and their actions became agile once more.

Ultimately, Dolores bit her lip and took out her trump card.

“...There’s no choice.”

She had hoped not to resort to this method.

Dolores clasped her hands together and began to pray.

**Whoosh!**

Once again, a bright light swirled around her.

A warmth like the gentle sunlight of a spring day began to fill the battlefield.

Pedro sneered at Dolores.

“Prayers and holy spells are laughable! No matter how much light you shine, it will only be warm...”

However, he couldn’t finish his sentence.

Because suddenly, a large shadow loomed over his face.

“...Huh?”

Pedro’s expression turned blank for a moment.

It was because of the object Dolores had suddenly pulled out while praying.

A mace. Big, beautiful, and powerful—a massive hunk of metal.

It wasn’t divine power but physical force—Nabokov I’s beloved weapon was right there in her hands.

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]