Book 2: 303

Book 2: Chapter 303

Translator: Seven

Editors: Ana_Banana, Yahiko

It was a good idea to let go of his anger.

Lukas looked around. Of all the beings gathered in that room, he was, without a doubt, the weakest. At this point, comparing himself to them was like an insult. (Note: Sometimes I feel like Lukas forgets who he is...)

Only the strong were allowed to act in an emotional manner. The weaker someone was, the more they had to rely on reason.

If he showed off his emotions for no reason, he might end up dying in vain. Although it could be said that Peran and Snow had developed a strange liking for him, it would be better for him to not bank on that.

With that in mind, Lukas had stayed silent and listened to their discussion. That alone allowed him to obtain a lot of valuable information.

First of all, it was clear that the Circle had become divided. Despite her silence, he believed that a confrontation between Ivan and Iris was the root cause of this.

Secondly, the appearance of undead, who were causing havoc across the continent, was closely related to Diablo.

‘...Diablo.’

The Archlich of the Frozen Lands was a member of Paragon, which had been led by Cairo Wilsemann, and a true 9-star Wizard.

‘What changed?’

Although he was an undead, his goals had always been clear. Also, his hatred and resentment for the Demigods overflowed...

“...”

Lukas furrowed his eyebrows.

The Demigods were all dead. Diablo’s long awaited dream had been achieved.

Was that the reason?

He might not have been able to handle the deep emptiness that came after completing his only purpose in life, causing him to sway.

Right. In the first place, undead were beings who embraced the darkest emotions. Diablo had probably only cooperated with Paragon because they shared a common enemy.

If that was the case, then Diablo’s change was understandable.

—Finally, the third thing.

It was just his guess, but it was about the reason Snow left the Circle.

“I see, so as Snow’s subordinate, you’ve decided to die first.”

Lukas stopped pondering for a moment when he heard Ivan’s words.

He was looking directly at Lukas.

This was the first time he’d met his eyes since they reunited.

...Snow had just said that his Master was dead.R/ê/Ad lateSt ch/a/pters at novelhall.com Only

Naturally, Lukas knew who she was referring to.

Nora. The previous Successor of the Warrior King Fist, who had a petite figure that didn’t suit her age. (Note: Legal loli died T~T)

He knew just how much Ivan looked up to her. She was the one who taught him and raised him like, who was basically an orphan, like a mother.

...If Ivan lost her due to some event, it wasn’t impossible for it to break his mind.

It wasn’t just that, there should be much more.

Lukas believed that an unimaginable number of things had happened, which gradually eroded Ivan’s iron will.

“Diablo is a formidable opponent.”

Snow’s eyes narrowed imperceptibly. The same was true for Peran.

“It’s sad that there are people who can’t seem to stop doubting that and keep sending attackers.”

“...”

Cairo’s expression disappeared completely.

Ivan looked up when he heard this.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Ohhh... Are you going to pretend to not know?”

“What did you say?”

Their eyes met.

Snow, who paused for a moment after seeing the look in his eyes, suddenly burst out laughing.

“Ahahaha! Ah. I see. You’ll have to excuse me for that. I forgot you weren’t that sly. Indeed... So that’s what it was. Huhu.”

Snow chuckled.

“It seems the Circle’s condition is even worse than I thought.”

Ivan wasn’t the type to ponder things for a long time. In fact, it could even be said that he was completely clueless when it came to battles behind the scenes and wars of wits.

Nevertheless, he was by no means a fool.

He looked back. Cairo flinched when he met his gaze.

“What the hell did you do?”

“...”

“We will talk about this later... Then.”

Ivan’s gaze once again returned to Lukas.

White hair.

An extremely thin body.

A left arm with several paralysed nerves.

And a right leg that had severely deformed joints.

‘...where have I seen him before?’

Although he thought this, Ivan felt that even if he saw a man like this once, he wouldn’t easily forget him.

Despite his paltry strength, he left a very distinctive impression.

It gave him a strange feeling.

Until now, Ivan’s heart had been brimming with uncontrollable rage. This was because of the remarks Snow made. Her words dug into the biggest wound in Ivan’s heart.

And he had no intention of forgiving that.

He even had thoughts of putting an end to Snow right then and there.

But... the anger had dissipated to an extent.

He didn’t know if it was intentional, but as he talked to this man, his intense anger slowly began to cool down.

He had a somewhat eccentric expression, a calm voice, and an aura that made it seem like he knew every detail about one’s essence.

Just as he was beginning to have a familiar feeling.

“...”

His head began to hurt a bit, so he shook it before looking at Lukas again.

“I’ll answer your earlier question first. Naturally, I have no intention of initiating a fight I have no confidence of winning. So I will say it clearly and plainly. I alone am enough to kill that Archlich.”