Chapter 95:

Chapter 95:

Chapter 95

A dazzling light burst in all directions.

At the same time, the floor that had cracked like a spider web crumbled down.

Ruon, who had fallen to the lower floor again, slowly relaxed his clenched fist. He didn’t need to swing it anymore.

His eyes were fixed on the demon that had stopped moving completely.

There was no twelfth resurrection.

There was no sign of life from Fleur, whose upper half had been completely annihilated above the shoulder line.

The great demon, who had revealed his new appearance after hundreds of years, and had ruled with terror for hundreds of years after that, died by the hand of a human.

No, he had left something for sure. A huge amount of experience that was hard to describe was it.

Yeah, he deserved this after coming back from the dead.

Ruon felt the exhilaration that exploded inside him wrap around every corner of his body twice before settling down.

It was two level-ups. Considering that the experience required for the next level increased tremendously as he grew, it was a remarkable growth for sure.

Krrr-

At that moment, a loud noise that shook the ground made Ruon get up from his seat without any time to sink into his mind.

“This is bad.”

Even he, who knew nothing, could see that the tower was now entering the collapse phase. He wondered how such a huge structure that spanned dozens of floors could collapse so easily, but when he looked around, that thought disappeared.

The tower’s interior was in a ragged state from the aftermath of the ritual that summoned the abyss and the relentless battle.

Ruon lifted his head and shouted at the top that he could no longer reach.

“Kyle! Strabo! Igor!”

There was no answer.

He was sure that his companions had done something with Tivela’s power that blocked Fleur’s authority, but something must have happened to them afterwards.

Krrr-

The shaking became stronger than before, and he gritted his teeth. He had no way to climb the tower again, since he had already used up the large floating objects as footholds on his way up.

Meanwhile, the tower was expressing with its whole body that it had little time left.

The windows and doors were twisted, the floor surface began to sink rapidly, and the cracks that appeared everywhere began to expand their territory without hesitation.

His reason screamed at him to get out of here, but Ruon’s legs were rooted deep in the floor and didn’t budge.

He could survive somehow even if the tower collapsed like this. But what about his friends? It was impossible that their ending, who had finally won, was to be buried in the tower.

As he thought of that, Ruon tried to climb up the wall with his hands, when

Pwoooh-

A sharp sound of a jet stream came.

What?

He moved his eyes to the direction of the sound and opened them wide.

A huge something was gently landing inside the hole that was pierced through the roof of the tower, spreading its wings.

In the blink of an eye, the one that landed in front of Ruon was a white-headed eagle with a sharp-eyed look. The fur around his head was silver-white, giving him a more mysterious feel. He opened his beak.

“Ruon!”

“Strabo?”

The bird nodded his head as if he had seen him properly, and skipped the trivial explanation of how he became like this, and went straight to the point.Diiscover new stories at novelhall.com

“I’ll take Kyle and Igor with me somehow. But it’s too much to carry you too.”

Ruon, who easily understood the meaning implied in his words, nodded his head with a calm expression.

“That’s enough.”

“Are you okay?”

The strabo, who had taken the shape of a bird, had a worried expression on his face. Ruon smiled and said to him.

“Go ahead.”

“Then see you outside!”

The silver eagle flapped his wings hard and soared up and disappeared.

Ruon didn’t linger any longer either. No, he was about to. Until he heard a faint heartbeat from the corpse of the demon that fell to the floor.

He lightly stabbed his sword into the chest of the corpse and pulled it down without hesitation. Then he frowned.

“What is this.”

***

The silent darkness was like a huge swamp, pulling everything it embraced.

...Swamp, if only his other friends could see this sight, they would have praised him for his good expression.

Friends?

Tarwen sneered. He felt strange to define them with such a fluffy word, when they had only spent less than a fortnight together.

So he laughed again. He was grateful for the opportunity to try something and die for them, who had stayed warmly at the end of his worthless life.

She felt relieved. The fact that she couldn’t see her companions here meant that they hadn’t been swept up in the ritual of the great demon.

That was enough for her role.

His desperate flapping of his wings a few times created a small miracle.

The hand of the fairy, who was already buried in the darkness up to her hair, touched the light.

At that moment, a bright light burst out.

***

Tarwen opened her eyes at the dry wind hitting her face. She struggled to get up and realized that she was naked.

“Huh?”

She gasped and pulled up the cloak that was covering her body. A familiar voice reached her ears.

“Are you awake?”

She turned her head and saw Ruon leaning against a withered tree.

He held a crow upside down by its legs in his big hand, and it flapped its wings.

“Are you awake-! Are you awake-!”

Ruon frowned at Sven’s noisy voice and shook his arm lightly.

The crow was dizzy and screamed.

“Ask me-! Ask me-!”

“If you repeat that twice more, I’ll take it as you want me to break your legs.”

He finished his chilling warning and looked at the fairy who was staring at him.

“This kid says he saved your life. Is that true?”

Tarwen made a dumbfounded expression for a moment and then nodded slowly.

“...Surprisingly?”

“Right-? Caw!”

Sven flew wildly in the air as Ruon threw him away. He landed on Tarwen’s shoulder, amusingly.

“I didn’t expect you to make friends with a talking crow while I was gone...”

Before Ruon finished his sentence, Tarwen ran to him without caring about the front or back and hugged his neck.

She had barely suppressed her longing for life, and it gushed out like a fountain. She spoke with a face that was hard to tell if she was laughing or crying.

“I thought I was going to die without seeing you guys...”

She continued with a choked expression and then noticed Kyle, who was watching her with a what’s going on? expression from the shade of a tree. She fell down in surprise.

Sven dropped the cloak on her head and started spinning around.

“Fool-!”

She put on the cloak with a flushed face and ran to hug Kyle.

“Doesn’t this look too obvious?”

“No, no!”

Kyle chuckled and patted her back.

“You did well.”

Tarwen saw Igor next to him and said.

“...You too, come here.”

“Don’t try to use me.”

“Shut up!”

When she finished hugging Igor, someone coughed on the floor and opened his mouth.

“There’s nothing more romantic than a hug! But I’ll pass for today. I feel like my body will break even if a feather touches me right now! Haha!”

She saw a dwarf with a pale face lying on the floor and hugged him despite his warning.

“Ouch!”

Strabo, who had broken his natural limit as a dwarf to save his two friends who had fainted from overusing their divine power, and finally got the wings he had always wanted, fainted.

She checked his breath by putting her finger on his nose and walked back to Ruon with a wobbly step.

He was staring at something.

She followed his gaze and turned her head. She saw the tower that had collapsed without leaving a trace and muttered incredulously.

“...You really destroyed the cradle.”

She paused and clenched and unclenched her fist.

“Where did you find my body?”

He hesitated for a moment at the question that seemed to know something.

“Inside the body of the great demon. With that crow.”

Fortunately, Tarwen was not disgusted or tormented by that fact. She just murmured as if she expected it.

“...I see. I remembered the original form of the soul’s body that escaped from the control...”

Ruon cut off her words with a dull voice.

“You’re analyzing that even in this situation? Don’t you see the scenery you’ve been longing for?”

Tarwen looked at the tower with an oops expression. The tower, which was aptly named ‘the cradle of the dead’, collapsed with all kinds of corpses and witches in its arms.

The voice of the fairy, who engraved that sight in her eyes, came out so that everyone could hear.

“Thank you very much.”