Chapter 158

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Chapter 158

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[Fire Chains]

The flames in the form of chains effectively imprisoned her. With the chains encircling her entire body, she was unable to take a single step, and her struggles were futile.

Cadel strained his red, bloodshot eyes as the angry shouts rattled his head noisily.

‘The firepower doesn’t fall behind. All I need now is the power to get rid of Sellev while I hold her down.’

He spent a total of 60 attribute points on ‘Fire’, which was enough to keep Sellev captive, but the problem was that he had to use all of his mana to barely keep her captive.

It was impossible to keep [Fire Chains] up and make another attack. Someone had to take care of Sellev before he ran out of mana.

And as if they had waited, the Guardian Knight Order who had been keeping Sellev in check began to flock beyond the gate. It was thanks to Dreyfe’s order, who quickly grasped the situation.

“Take this opportunity to cut off the demon’s breathing!”

“Uwoooh!”

The demonic energy on the battlefield quickly drained away as the charging knights attacked. The chained Sellev screamed in agony, taking every blow in stride.

“All off! How dare you mere flies get to this body......!”

Despite her limited movement, she used demonic energy to reduce damage. Cadel constantly drew on his mana to keep her tied down. Even with his allies joining him, Cadel’s expression was still not good.

「Quest success rate : 67%」

It was because of the level of contribution.

‘I chose this method because protecting the gate is my top priority, but I can’t increase my level of contribution this way.’

At the moment when his subordinates were on the verge of death, Cadel was the only person who could raise the level of contribution. But, of course, the role he played was the restraint of Sellev. It was difficult to contribute. Even so, he couldn’t even interfere with the Knight Order’s subjugation.

‘It’s a problem whether the Knight Order manages to kill Sellev or not.’

I’m sorry. Van was in a position to be thanked again and again for the mere fact that he had survived. At least for Cadel, he was, and yet Van kept apologizing like a sinner, begging for forgiveness and refusing to let Cadel go.

A damp, hot sensation spread from their touching abdomens. It was blood. Van desperately clung to Cadel, even though the gaping wound must be crushing and painful.

As if he could understand the sentiment, Cadel didn’t push him away, merely lifting a hand to stroke Van’s bowed head.

“I’m sorry I left you alone. I’m sorry I made you fight alone. I’m sorry I made you endure alone-”

“You don’t have to apologize.”

“......I’m sorry.”

“I know you’re secretly stubborn.”

With a small smile, Cadel carefully moved Van backward, revealing a face contorted as if he were about to cry at any moment. Cadel rubbed Van’s cheeks together like dough, then pulled him closer.

Van’s eyes widened at the unexpectedly close distance. Cadel squeezed his eyes shut and touched his forehead to Van’s. He felt the hard bridge of Van’s nose against the tip of his, and focused on his shaky, startled breathing.

“You have no idea how relieved I am right now.”

Slowly, Cadel lifted his eyelids, and Van’s eyes filled his vision. A pair of golden eyes, glimmering beyond the red waves, stared at Cadel with a slight tremor.

Cadel read conflicting emotions in them. Confusion and joy, anxiety and excitement. Emotions so much like his own.

“I owe you an apology, Van. For hurting you, for not stopping you from fighting again. I apologize for everything.”

“......I told you, Commander.”

Van clutched Cadel’s hand that was on his face, and slowly pulled it away. He pulled away a little, so he could see Cadel more clearly.

“Everything I have is for Commander, so use it however you want. Even if you mess it up...... I’ll be happy.”

Van’s eyes drew a soft arc. Then and now, only in front of Cadel. A smile that could only be made for Cadel.

Before that unchangingly, kindly smile, Cadel wondered if it was a mercy of the gods that he had chosen Van Herdos in this world, worried about the arduous journey.