Sein pulled out the sword that was wrapped around his waist.
A brilliant light and a gorgeously decorated famous sword.
The moment he infused it with magic.
Thud.
Sein’s sword made a sound as if breaking and turned black.
There was no longer a bastion for Sein.
It was now Syssil’s, not his.
“Step back.”
Sein said.
“Activate the barrier.”
This was the field prepared by Sein.
Whoo-!
Those who pressed the button in Sein’s arms at his command.
Then, a wave spread out, enveloping the abandoned castle.
No sound or magic would leak out.
“You madman!”
Tampia spoke towards Sein.
“You want to fight with me in a sealed space?”
I understand why he’s setting up a barrier.
He probably doesn’t want this fight to be known outside.
But that was Sein’s biggest mistake.
“Hmph.”
Tampia thought.
Gently, Sein took a breath.
Toward him.
Whaaa-!
The venom Tampia spewed began to flow in.
“…!”
It was a venom that he believed he could kill anyone with, as long as a dragon existed.
However, Sein, who had consumed all of that venom.
“Tampia. Do you know why I’ve left you alone until now?”
In an indifferent tone, casually stepping forward, he said.
“Because of the rules of Demorus?”
Of course, there was that reason.
Determined in mind, Sein decided to make the most of the rules.
Thanks to that, for a year, Sein was able to expand his influence within Demoras and grow stronger.
It was thanks to admitting his shortcomings and quickly accepting them.
However.
“No.”
That wasn’t the only thing.
Sneer.
The corners of Sein’s lips rose as if tearing up to his ears.
In his restless eyes, a deep madness lurked.
“Because you’re not a threat to me.”
In the next moment.
Kaaang!
A black aura rushed in, emitting light right in front of Tampia’s nose.
If it wasn’t for the hastily crafted shield of poison, Tampia would have just collapsed, split in two.
“Poison immunity?”
Right in front.
Sein, whose breath didn’t even waver, said.
“So what.”
“…!”
“I’m immune to poison.”
As Sein’s eyes slowly turned into that of a serpent.
Quarrr!
Sein’s sword began to scatter an even darker aura.
“Hey, promises…! We must keep our promises! Sein Demoras!”
Ophus’ voice rang out, regaining consciousness.
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Siengin looked at Tampia in surprise.
He hadn’t expected her power to be this formidable.
But that’s it.
“Everyone, hold your ground.”
That was all.
The reinforcements Sein had brought were not to hunt Tampia.
Tampia’s guards had long been subdued, and they all withdrew as Sein commanded, only watching the fight.
This was, in a way, like a speech given before heading to battle.
Kaaang!
Sein’s sword seemed to speak.
-Trust me.
Believe in yourself and don’t step back.
Just move forward.
And you will succeed.
Kwaaaaah!
The Sein they had seen so far had become an unstoppable being, like a typhoon.
From a year ago, Sein had been immersed in his mission like a madman.
But those who had spent time with Sein knew.
“Is this all…?”
Sein had never shown his true abilities.
A startled Typhia stepped back.
Shivers ran down his spine.
It seemed like Opas knew what the promise was.
“Kuk.”
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It must be to save himself.
That’s why Sein had something up his sleeve.
“Even that blessing is high-grade, but that’s all you can manage.”
Each word from Sein felt like piercing the lungs.
“Just because you’re from a noble family, you act all high and mighty.”
But Typhia couldn’t respond.
Swish!
Sein’s sword came spinning towards him.
“Kwah!”
He struggled to block it.
The matchup was terribly unfavorable.
None of the poisons Typhia boasted about affected Sein.
‘Really…’
Overwhelming despair.
‘Could he be a dragon?’
It was impossible unless he was the strongest creature on land, a dragon, who could resist all poisons.
No.
“Blessing….”
Typhia, who believed he could even kill a dragon.
“Release.”
Believed his poison would affect even the dragon.
Squelch.
The green poison that had spread began to turn purple in an instant.
And soon they took on a gel-like form.
Thud.
They began to fall to the ground.
Typhia’s poison started to clump together.
“Yes, this should be enough.”
Sein smiled satisfactorily as he looked at it.
A monster created from a gathering of purple poisons.
The hydra opened its mouth towards Sein.
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The ending was blatantly obvious.
From when Tampia revealed herself in this abandoned castle.
From when Opas took Sein’s side.
From when they were so convinced they could control the Three Mages.
“No, it wasn’t there.”
The beginning was not there.
When Sein Demorus became the successor candidate.
No, even before that.
-Oh, you’ve awakened to the Blessing of Omniscience!
It was wrong from the start that Tampia’s blessing was omniscient.
“My… blessing was something else.”
Compatibility.
The compatibility with Sein was terribly poor.
Although he knew that poison wouldn’t affect Sein, he didn’t think that none of the poisons, even those of omniscience, would work.
He didn’t expect that even the poison created through the blessing opening by Hydra would be of no use.
‘Ah.’
Fooled.
A clearer mind.
Now, it was clear.
-I really should check if the poison works on you.
Several experiments conducted after hearing rumors about Sein.
Sein seemed to be slightly affected by the poison, which reassured him.
From the beginning.
Thud, thud.
It was all a game played on Sein.
“Do you think that’s the beginning?”
Tampia knelt down.
As Sein slowly sheathed the sword he had pressed against her, he said, “The problem lies in bothering with such things in the first place.”
A greenhorn from the main house.
Those born in too favorable conditions and only look down on others tend to be consumed by that perspective.
Tampia, Jargar, they were just like that.
“If you put it that way.”
Snick.
Sein smiled and said, “From the moment I was born, your lives were doomed.”
“…!”
Thud.
Sein tossed aside the robe she was wearing. Due to her poison, the fabric melted away, revealing her alluring figure entirely.
“I tend to keep my promises unlike you, so I’ll spare you,” Sein said. “I never expected you to prepare this much.”
Finally, Tampia bowed her head. Born in Demorus, raised in Demorus, yet her essence was ultimately human. The fear she felt while fighting Sein just now truly evoked thoughts of death. She couldn’t overcome that fear. She was defeated. It seemed impossible to ever win against fate again.
“I’ve lost,” Tampia admitted, as Opas sighed in relief, grabbing her neck.
However.
“What nonsense is this?” Sein furrowed her brows. “Do you think I went through all this just to capture you? From the start, you were never my target.”
Saying so, Roberta approached Sein and draped a different robe over her.
No one knew that Tampia had surrendered to Sein. Being on a mission to meet Herzor, she naturally kept all her actions secret, and the guards who accompanied her were trustworthy.
Whether Opas’s wounds or Tampia’s wounds, there was a living elixir named Cecil. Despite the battle between the two heirs the previous day, no one knew the outcome, except perhaps the family.
Thud thud thud.
Early in the morning, a black carriage departed from the main house. Dozens of people stood by, alert, as the carriage moved swiftly.
Inside the carriage was the injured Sein, en route to Dante.
Inside the carriage, Sien was asked, “Are you in pain, sir?” as Sien sat without his shirt, revealing deep scars on his chest.
Acquiring the duty badge of Demorus was an impossible task even for a Saint. However, deceiving them was entirely feasible.
“Here.”
Indeed, Chevez had plunged a dagger into the heart of the Saint.
A definite lethal blow.
But if desired, recovery was always an option.
Deliberately regulating his magic to slow down wound healing.
“Are you alright?”
“Life is suffering, Sienjin. I know it better than anyone else.”
Now, Sienjin and the Saint, who had become quite friendly, exchanged banter.
“Now, the real beginning.”
The clash with Tampia.
It was a qualitatively different story from the clash with Jagar.
Normally, the damage from a clash with Tampia would have been severe.
She had her own abilities, a considerable support base, and due to her proficiency with poisons, she rarely ventured outside the castle. And when she did, she came out with individuals who could surely guarantee her safety.
The same went for missions.
Although Opus sided with the Saint, the reason it took a year to definitively subdue Tampia was not trivial.
“Yes. This is just the beginning.”
The Saint, who left the mansion due to the lethal wound.
Finally.
“The Duke’s eyes will be somewhat dimmer.”
He might be able to avoid Tezera’s scrutiny.
Although Dante was ultimately a Demorus, he was better than the mansion.
“One year.”
During that time, he made thorough preparations.
The confrontation with Tampia was just the prelude to the upcoming battle.
“It took longer than I thought.”
The war to become Demorus’ successor was finally about to begin.
“But….”
The Saint said.
“It will end quickly.”
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The carriage that departed from the mansion arrived at Dante.
Ignoring all procedures, the carriage swiftly raced through the courtyard and finally came to a halt.
“Hurry!”
Dante’s duty badge urgently moved and entered the carriage.
Numerous people stood guard around the carriage, while many others watched the scene.
Sein Demorus, one of the most renowned candidates for Demorus’ successor these days, had arrived.
“Hmm.”
“Is it really…?”
With a pale blue face, he stepped down from Dante’s carriage, heading outside.
Various potions were embedded in his body, and Dante’s slave priests were exuding sanctity.
“Hurry up and move!”
The wounds that hadn’t fully healed even at the main house were unlikely to heal easily.
Nevertheless, the fortunate thing was that Dante’s carriage had skills equal to those of the main house.
In the many battlefields of Demorus, they were as ruthless in combat as the duty and force divisions, making them the top skills within the three major organizations.
“What are you looking at?!”
Rohan spoke towards the members who were watching.
“Get back to your positions immediately!”
The members who had gathered under Rohan’s command quickly dispersed.
“Get moving! Transfer the heir candidate immediately!”
Rohan took charge of the situation and acted.
