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The boy's face rotted away.
“It seems like you didn’t hear me properly-.”
The more this happened, the quicker Valencian's steps became.
“I don’t know how powerful an explosion you can create.”
The boy spoke firmly, hammering nails into his words.
“It’s stronger than you think.”
“If the nobles get hurt, you can just lock them up under the pretext of treating them, and when they die, you can intervene in the inheritance and make a deal with their successors. Easy. If they don’t listen, you can bring in a 10-year-old illegitimate child and claim that they have the right to inherit, and that night, the children of that family will come looking for them with money and pretty boys. Well, if by some luck the nobles don’t get a single finger hurt in the explosion, then nothing will happen.”
Valencian took the boy's nails lightly, as if they were a rotten wall already filled with tens of thousands of nails.
"what?"
The darkness inside the hood rippled greatly.
“You might have to be a little sorry about their men dying, but you can suppress that. We still have that much authority. And our authority will only grow stronger.”
“You. Are you crazy?”
Valencian frowned for a moment as if pondering the question, then clenched his fists, snapped his fingers a few times, and nodded.
“Yeah. That’s crazy. No matter how much I think about it, it seems like that.”
The boy almost ran away as if he was retreating.
“Many innocent people will die. At least 5,000, right?”
Valencian chased the boy, jumping lightly between the water channels.
Her bright yellow eyes shone with a conviction bordering on madness.
“I’ve killed a hundred times that, ten thousand times that. Their deaths were all regrettable. Sadly, someone had to make a decision, and I made the decision to save a hundred thousand times that. This time is no different.”
But neither his eyes nor his voice were fiercely burning or soaked in emotion.
“… … !”
It was businesslike and even languid, like dealing with a document stuck in the middle of a mountain-like pile of documents.
Valencian knew this was a problem.
I couldn't turn my eyes away, but I couldn't stop walking either.
Now was the time to move forward, rather than blaming myself. No, it was the time to move forward while blaming myself.
“If there’s one thing that’s a little different, your death won’t be so sad. Oh, I misspoke. I’m sorry. You’ll never die. Correct me. Your suffering won’t be sad at all.”
The two gradually moved away from the maelstrom of chaos.
I could hear the sounds of fighting behind me and Rudy's gunshot from afar.
Valencian looked at the boy with contempt.
“I know. I am cruel, arrogant, careless, and debaucherous. And I prefer compromise to fighting. I have already prepared a compromise proposal to send to the Iron Blood Lord Marcus. If he does not accept it, I will kill him, but if he accepts it, I will fully agree to go with him.”
The boy pulled a translucent blade from the sword, leaving only the handle, and drew in green flames.
The darkness inside the hood swayed dangerously.
Valencian looked at the boy with unwavering gaze.
“But you always do. If you don’t like the corner of the house, you can yell and make a scene. As the landlord, we can beat it up or apologize. But you don’t give us a choice. I’m the best negotiator, but I can’t do anything against guys who want to burn down the house because they don’t like it.”
"we are-."
“Shut up. I know what you’re going to say. I’ve been hearing that shit for decades now.”
* * *
“How many decades?”
Valencian did not answer the boy's question.
Instead, he just smiled questioningly, thinking to himself that now he had one more reason to pull out the boy's tongue.
“Do you know how much the warlocks who serve the gods have worked for the past thousand years? What about those who serve Amon? They have worked themselves to the bone to blend in with society.”
"okay?"
“The black magicians contributed to solving unsolved murder cases by studying how to restore the memories of the corpse, and the werewolves went on an armed pilgrimage to the northern front lines and fought for more than three years until about 70 years ago. Now, their living in this world is all at the price of blood.”
The boy asked.
“Then what about you? What price did you pay?”
Valencian responded by raising a fire in return.
“It was the first emperor of our Soletaras who liberated humanity from the tyranny of your race. He fought and won, risking his life, and gained his rights and freedom. I inherited those rights and duties in blood.”
"duty?"
The boy asked back as if he had heard something strange, and Valencianus shrugged his shoulders as if to ask if there was anything wrong.
“A thousand years ago, our ancestors fought against the alien races, and a thousand years later, we fight against the old ones. Yes. It is our duty and right to capture and tear apart encroachers like you and extract information.”
So, said Valencian, with a sigh.
“Let us enter the palace, you filthy sinner. Before I burn you half to ashes.”
The boy didn't back down easily either.
“Then the worst sinner is your twin brother. Yes. I had planned to enter the palace someday. But not today.”
The moment those words were spoken, Valencianus let out a volcanic rage.
His face became distorted like a demon's, and his businesslike murderous intent turned into volcanic rage.
“Since you have mentioned her name in your humble mouth, I will drill holes in your teeth and insert wires into your nerves to shock them! I will stretch out your tongue, insert a pin, and then take a cautery on it. I was going to cut off your limbs right away, but you have changed my mind. You! You will beg me to die!”
Valencianus kicked the ground and flew.
* * *
Behind the boy's back, green flames rippled and arrows of flame made of green flames shot out.
“Hahahaha!”
Valencian took the blow with his body and advanced through the dark, dimly lit passage.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Green flames struck the body covered in white uniform.
“How is the pain of your soul being burned, hyung?”
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It was a terrible magic that spread through the body and burned beneath the skin with just a single brush.
But Valencian, without blinking an eye, pulled out the black rook and covered it with an orange mana blade mixed with the flames of the dragon's tongue and mana blade.
'brother?'
“You don’t know pain.”
It was a body that had eaten Hwajeong and Yeongsaeng through the Yongchan ritual.
Now it was time to start feeling embarrassed if you were hit by fire or heat magic.
“Then this is!”
The boy waved his hand, and three arrows of green fire came together to form a spear coiled around a snake.
Wheaaaaaaaaa!
An ominous, flickering spear of fire shot out through the darkness.
Crunch!
Valencian then blocked it with his left hand, covered in dark red scales, by grabbing the spear shaft closest to the spearman.
The long body of the archduke who had been charging suddenly stopped, and the propulsive force of the spear and the archduke's angle of force were symmetrical.
Crackle!
The symmetry ultimately tilted in Valencian's favor.
pop!
Valencian dispersed green flames from his palm and summoned six 'fire spears' into the air.
A crack appeared in the darkness inside the boy's hood.
“!”
“It has to be this painful!”
Wedge!
A spear of flame swept over the boy.
Originally, it was a spear that would explode after penetrating, but instead of exploding, the spears that fell around the boy grew several times larger and tried to surround the boy's body.
Valencian clenched his fists, and the flames burned like an evil laugh as they dug into the boy's body.
'I've had success against the Encroacher once. Now I can use it again.'
Eye holes, ear holes, mouth, nostrils, sweat holes, pores… … It was a delicate technique he used to painfully deal with the eroders before their return, a flame control method that would push flames into every orifice on the body, igniting the fat inside and burning them from the inside.
The boy's shoulders, which had been holding on stubbornly, suddenly stiffened, showing that he had some degree of immunity to flames.
* * *
Valencian went forward with a victorious smile.
“Do you feel like something is wrong now?”
“Kwaaaaak!”
“I should have known from the moment I came into this city! How dare you try to sabotage my grand life!”
Valencian raised his sword towards the boy engulfed in flames.
“You will be dragged into my hands without being able to do anything! His Majesty the Emperor will take your oath of loyalty! The united empire will send all of you who hate the world and life so much to the other world!!”
Taat, the boy who had been half-crouching jumped up at that moment.
Valencian's sword cut through the air, and the boy erupted into a green flame, absorbing and pushing away the orange flame.
The boy pulled out a translucent sword the length of a short sword and stabbed it into the Archduke's eye.
The plan was to kill him instantly, or lay him on the ground and stab him repeatedly until he died.
Card grab!
It was the sound of Valencianus' left hand crushing the green flame sword.
“!”
He reached out with his left hand, grabbed the boy by the collar, and lifted him up in a flash.
“Are you surprised?”
He swung the boy with all his might and slammed him into the stone wall next to him.
bang!
The boy tried to regain consciousness and swung his left hand in the same way, aiming for Valencian's side.
Kaang!
It was the sound of green-tinged claws bouncing off dark red scales, unable to penetrate them.
Valencian threw the boy hard on the floor and left him there until he got up again.
The boy kicked Valencian with lightning speed, aiming for below the knee, and Valencian took the blow and struck the boy's temple with his scaled left hand.
puck!
"wake up."
"profit!"
Whoosh whoosh!
The boy breathed green flames and burned Valencian's body, and Valencian laughed ominously in the flames.
“Isn’t there anything stronger?”
Her vertically slit pupils gleamed within the dark underground sewer.
The boy gritted his teeth and summoned three snakes of translucent green aura from his sides, which bit Valencianus' face and shoulders.
The Archduke lightly rolled his feet, and the golden azalea of the dragon's words rose up and enveloped his body.
Sarrurur… … .
As soon as the green energy touched the gold energy, it melted and dispersed.
Only then did fear appear in the boy's voice.
“You… … how?”
Valencian smiled and answered like the lord of a castle that would never fall.
“I performed the Yongchan ritual. I ate Hwajeong and Yeongsaeng. If you feed any poor person on the street this, they will become superhuman. How much more so would I, who resembles the first emperor and the previous emperors?”
“But still… … you can become this strong?”
Defense is harder to increase than attack.
If he could easily take all the attacks, it meant that his actual skill was several times greater.
“If you eat this much, then you should definitely eat this much. Originally, I was a little more sparing for my health, but now I’m not in a position to do that.”
Valencian took the blacksmith's pole and cut off the boy's hood.
'I'm desperate too.'
The desperation of the weak is scary, but the desperation of the strong is needless to say.
“First of all, look at that handsome face… … Who are you?”
* * *
Although the symbol of the royal family is nearly white blond hair and golden eyes, not all royal family members have white hair and golden eyes, and white hair and golden eyes are not exclusive to the royal family.
So when Valencian saw the white-haired boy in the palace that day, he didn't pay much attention to his identity.
Once eroded, they never return, and the only good eroders are those who are dead or waiting for the day to die.
'I thought killing him would be the end of it.'
The boy had nearly white blond hair and red eyes, and his facial features resembled Valencian's so much that he could have been his younger brother.
Of course, it was possible that he was really a cousin or nephew.
'By kidnapping an illegitimate child… … erasing or manipulating their memories, and using their talents inherited from the royal blood… … .'
Then, it was possible to explain this level of strength without mutation.
Because the royal family that received the power of the old one was strong like a nightmare.
Of course, if the boy had royal blood, it would have been even more difficult to spare him.
A trained eroder who has inherited exceptional sensitivity through his bloodline.
This was a situation where what Jaylilith and Valencianus had been most worried about had become reality.
Valencian raised his sword, and the boy dropped the dagger, leaving only the handle, and crawled to his knees.
“Please save me, Uncle.”
“Please die, nephew.”