“The direct armed forces of the Immortal.”
A legion of black magicians known to all be masters, right below the Immortal himself.
And leading them was none other than.
“The Thorn King, Pellegrin Immortal.”
Pelero.
“Do you know me?”
“It’s the first time seeing you in person.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Blonde, Pelero looked different from when seen underground.
Losing composure to anger, he couldn’t grasp the situation due to being consumed by emotions.
“Are you really okay?”
“If you trust those demons, you’re mistaken. They’ve turned to dust and vanished.”
“I thought you could hold on a bit longer, but my son, you’re so impatient. What a disobedient child.”
At the playful words of the old man, a mark appeared on Pelero’s forehead.
Pelero raised his hand, ready to extend his dark nails.
“But are you truly okay?”
The voice of the old man.
Suddenly.
A hand grabbed Pelero.
Time seemed to freeze abruptly.
“…Lord Pelero.”
Someone who seemed like a subordinate spoke cautiously.
“I am a witch.”
“…A witch?”
“The witch of the Legion. Arin Seymour.”
“…!”
At that sight, Sein smirked softly.
“You manage your anger well.”
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“….”
The tension that felt like it could explode at any moment dissipated like a lie.
“Are you really the witch of the Legion?”
Pelero Immortal.
He spoke cautiously to Arin.
“….”
Arin, who seemed to be contemplating for a moment, looked at Sein.
This was the territory of Contra.
They were…
“Yes.”
She was a Demorus.
Arin, who knew well what was to come, hesitated but confirmed it as she met Sein’s gaze.
This, too, was part of Sein’s plan.
“Then why are you here?”
Pelero spoke, grinding his teeth.
The witch was an entity not to be taken lightly.
A witch of the legion, on par with the great names.
“Is Demorus planning to abandon the treaty and start a war with Contra?”
“……”
“If not!”
Pelero shouted.
“Step aside.”
The boiling anger turned into a calm rage.
The crucial thing was that the anger itself did not disappear.
“I don’t know who the witch is defending, but he’s the one who turned Contra into a mess. If he is handed over, Immortal will not protest against Demorus.”
Pelero seemed to have political power indeed.
“But if you don’t step aside.”
Growl.
Thorns seemed to sprout under Pelero’s feet.
Dark nails, no, even darker and harder dark roses.
It was darkness in the shape of a rose.
“I think this is Demorus’s will.”
“Hey. That won’t do.”
Finally, Sein stepped forward to Arin.
“Wasn’t it you who made the mistake in the first place?”
“What….”
“You know that research on demons is forbidden, right?”
“……”
It was true.
The reason Immortal hid the demons was not only because of their high value but also because the existence of demons was not tolerated even in the current world.
Destruction, slaughter, a race of madness.
They were too dangerous, causing only destruction if unleashed upon the world.
“It is clearly stated in the Tri-Guild Treaty. It may be overlooked, but the problem is….”
Snicker.
“It only becomes a problem when you make it a problem.”
If a weak person said it, it would be an empty cry.
Although Sein currently had no power to confront them all.
“I just came because of the rumors. Rumors that Immortal is selling forbidden demons.”
“……”
Pelero’s face contorted.
But.
“So?”
Pelero did not back down either.
“Did you really think we could resolve the current situation with just that much?”
Smirk.
A smile crept up on Pelleo’s lips.
“I don’t think Immortal is foolish enough to believe that Demorus would start a war just over the demon issue.”
Judging by the reaction, it was clear.
“Are there demons in Demorus too?”
A question directed at Arin.
Silence was the answer.
“Well, I guess that settles it then.”
“So… how about this?”
Sein took another step forward and spoke.
“A magic contract surfaced in the candidate competition for Rasier.”
“But?”
“It’s ridiculous, isn’t it? Trying to bind candidates with a magic contract. But you know… what if there’s a way to reinforce the contract?”
Finally, Pelleo’s expression hardened.
They were dark sorcerers.
Those who studied demons.
They couldn’t be unaware of such things.
The method to strengthen a magic contract, it had to involve demons.
“And if the one behind this mentioned Contra?”
Forcing candidates into a magic contract.
It was something that could happen in candidate competitions.
However.
“How about it? Ready for war?”
The story would be different if other clans were involved.
“You there. What’s your name? If the witch favors you, then you must have Demorus blood. What makes you, with pure magic, control demons?”
“Well….”
Sein continued walking.
Right in front of the Thorn Legion.
Beside Pelleo.
“You better figure it out.”
If you can fight, then fight.
But in the end, Pelleo bowed his head.
It was Immortal’s defeat.
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Sein, having left Contra with Arin, headed straight to Borfeo.
Fortunately, there was still some vacation time left.
“My heart was beating so fast, I thought I was going to die.”
Meeting Remy again, who seemed sincere, trembling at his fingertips, he said, “Just yesterday, a protest document came from Lasciel.”
How often would a lord of the lower realms receive a document stamped with the seal of Lasciel?
Originally, it was practically a death sentence, so it was natural for Remy to be frightened.
“You’ve returned safely.”
“From the looks of it…,” as Saint said, he headed straight for Borfeo.
Thanks to Arin’s help, it didn’t even take a day.
“No need for disguises.”
The traces of the battle in the depths of Contra were still evident.
Torn clothes soaked in blood, disheveled hair.
It was a convincing sight, even if one had been tortured in prison.
“Now what?”
Remy asked.
“What can we do? Just release us without charges.”
Saint spoke with his ears flicked.
He picked up Remy’s glass, perhaps just finished, and swallowed it.
“Is that all?”
“That’s all.”
Remy would be of interest.
For resisting Demorus.
Demorus would also not dare to step forward.
In the end, Remy had surrendered.
He would obtain everything he desired, so there was no need to worry…
Bang!
At that moment, the door suddenly opened.
“What are you doing?”
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Remy, who had just been trembling, spoke with a firm voice that was hard to believe.
It was indeed a great rudeness for his knight to open the lord’s door without proper reason.
“Sir, I apologize.”
The knight bowed his head.
“But…!”
“But what? Hurry up and speak.”
Remy, sensing something amiss, scrutinized the knight.
“This is…”
Saint, too, rose as if sensing something.
“Someone has arrived from Lasciel!”
Just yesterday, a protest document had arrived from Lasciel.
And soon, they intended to release Saint without charges in response.
“From Lasciel? Who on earth?”
“I never even thought about it.”
Sein’s voice.
Boom!
Outside, it felt like a storm was raging.
A tremendous force.
“I am Valac Demorus!”
Valac.
I never thought that guy could move this fast.
“Don’t worry. He’s not an enemy. Seems like he came to help, to explain the situation…”
As Sein was saying that, his eyes narrowed.
There was a subtle energy of Valac that went unnoticed.
To not have noticed his own increased strength.
“Remi, it’s best to hide.”
“Why?”
“Otherwise, we might end up dead right here.”
Sein’s hand moved towards Bastion’s handle.
Most of those I had seen so far were novices, with a few exceptions.
The only ones worth acknowledging were individuals like Arin or Alman, like Galio.
They were definitely adept at concealing their own energy and capable of putting something small into something immense.
“Sein Demorus is innocent-!”
The difference was stark.
It means they are meticulous and sharp.
Even if they have a famous sword, it’s meaningless if they can’t wield it properly.
“If there’s guilt, it’s with me!”
By the lore of the setting, those with magic couldn’t even properly utilize a third of their magic.
“My name is-!”
It was known that those at the level of a master only used about one-fifth.
“Valac Demorus-!”
So, if one could fully utilize the magic they possessed.
Even being just half of a master could surpass a master.
“Lord Borfeo takes the rightful sinner and releases Sein Demorus!”
Boom!
Valac said, driving the massive sword into the ground.
Valac, who had experienced all sorts of absurdities.
Especially harboring intense resentment towards the lord.
“I kindly ask you not to make me see blood.”
Roar!
Stringing together his memories, he gazed at the present situation, unleashing his anger.
“Overreacting.”
A voice reached him at that moment.
“Sain!”
Balak wore a bright smile, as if asking when he had gotten angry.
‘How delightful.’
He hadn’t anticipated this.
Balak’s loyalty wasn’t doubted to be false, but he hadn’t expected it to be this swift and decisive.
“As expected, my little pup.”
And wagging his tail like a dog meeting its owner.
“Are you alright?”
“This is Zone 8. How long do you think things stay calm here?”
“But your hideout…”
Come to think of it, didn’t Remi say something similar?
Even if one endured severe torture in an underground prison, it wouldn’t be surprising.
“Well, there must be a reason for it. Anyway, don’t worry about it.”
Only now did Balak retrieve the greatsword he had buried in the ground.
“Rasiel won’t overlook this incident either. The ordeal you faced…”
“That’s the problem.”
“…?”
Balak looked puzzled at Sain’s words.
“Seriously, what have you brought here?”
“What are you talking about?”
