novelraw Chapter 187 : Chapter 187
Chapter 187 : Chapter 187
Chapter 187
On the western wall of Delanor Castle.
“Really…… there’s no end to them.”
Sharle muttered as she unleashed three 5-star spells in a row.
Crack.
Fwoooosh.
Ice and fire.
And.
Pzzzzzt.
Lightning magic.
The three sequentially used attribute spells were 6-star magic, but their power was enough to reach 7-stars.
A technique that reduced mana and stamina consumption by more than half.
It looked easy, but finely controlling mana was by no means a simple task.
“Your skill in handling creation magic has improved a lot. In terms of power, you wouldn’t be out of place among Arch Mages.”
Celot, who was defending the western gate with her, spoke.
For a knight, it meant it was equivalent to using Haki and Carpe Illusion despite being a 6-star.
“I’m still far from it.”
“There’s no need to be humble in front of me. More importantly, I didn’t expect Eurasia to fight this well.”
Celot said, looking at the corpses strewn in front of the castle gate.
“It must be the influence of Eurasia having two 8-star beings. I never imagined Sir Escardo would reach 8-stars so quickly.”
A huge gap existed between one who had mastered 7-stars and one who had reached 8-stars.
Another wall that couldn't be overcome even with decades of training.
Eurasia had two who had crossed that wall.
From the perspective of Celot, who had been knocking on the 8-star wall for a long time, he couldn't help but feel a bit strange.
‘To produce experts of this caliber in one generation in a country without a Magic Tower…….’
Besides, there was Killian Eurasia.
He was a man who was also certain to reach 8-stars someday.
Having three 8-star beings was a military strength comparable to the golden age of the Kingdom Alliance some 200 years ago, when it was at the center.
‘Maybe the idea of bringing down the Empire isn't just an empty dream.’
It had been several months since he was dispatched to Eurasia, fighting a war every day.
By now, only such thoughts occupied Celot's mind.
“The legions of the Deravia Kingdom haven’t been seen for a few days.”
Ariel Derabia.
Maintaining the barrier so that her 8-star magic didn't directly hit the castle was one of the main tasks of the dispatched Cornelia mages.
Just a few days ago, they had been relentlessly storming the castle.
Thanks to that, Celot and Kiel, who were countering with Secret Magic, had been pushed to the brink of exhaustion.
If Simon Eurasia hadn't helped, even if belatedly, that would have certainly been the case.
They were pondering the reason why the Deravia Kingdom's forces had suddenly taken a step back.
“The First Prince's forces haven’t been seen since around the same time either.”
“Could there have been an internal conflict?”
“I can’t be sure.”
What was certain was that the legion led by the 8-star knight Naskin Asran and the forces led by Isaac Heinrich were also formidable.
[Groooowl.]
“Tsk.”
Celot clicked his tongue at the sound coming from outside the castle.
In place of the withdrawn forces of the Deravia Kingdom and the First Prince, the Undead were surrounding the western castle gate.
Among them were not a few Death Knights and Liches, which could be called high-ranking monsters.
“It must be the work of the Black Duke.”
Celot frowned and raised his staff.
Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack.
The group of Death Knights approaching in the direction he aimed was trapped in ice.
It bought them a moment, but it didn't seem like it would last long.
Fwoooooosh.
This was because a considerable number of Liches had begun to melt the ice with fire magic.
“If we could synchronize with the Magic Tower, we wouldn't have to waste precious mana dealing with creatures like these.”
Sharle said in a slightly disgruntled voice.
“Are you saying it would have been different if the Fourth Prince was here?”
Celot asked in a somewhat amused tone.
“Sir Killian has been acknowledged by the Violet Magic Tower.”
Killian Eurasia, who wasn't even from the direct line, possessed the ability to manifest the Violet Magic Tower with Carpe Illusion and draw its power.
The fact that he, a knight and not a mage, and not even of Cornelia blood, could wield such power was something that even the Superhumans of Cornelia found hard to believe at first.
Celot said with a smile.
“Then I suppose we should see it as the time to get the pendant back is slowly approaching.”
“With his personality, he’s not likely to return it easily.”
Sharle added that it was necessary to carefully observe how much Killian could utilize the Violet Magic Tower.
“Hmm…… but it would be a huge problem if the pendant fell into Orchid Owl's hands.”
Celot said in a rather worried voice.
Orchid Owl, the head of Absinthe, was fanatically obsessed with Violet Mana and the Magic Tower.
He thought that if the pendant fell into her hands, a member of a collateral branch, it would be anything but easy to get it back.
Sharle shook her head.
“There’s no need to worry too much. The pendant is a necessary item for Sir Killian as well.”
The Carpe Illusion Violet Magic Tower.
For the current Killian Eurasia, Violet Mana was more useful than a renowned sword.
He wouldn't accept such a loss.
“We just need to watch how he uses it and apply it to our research.”
[Groooowl.]
[Gaaaak. Gak.]
The freed Undead surged toward the castle.
“They finally found a solution to the freezing magic.”
Celot once again focused mana into his staff.
He intended to blow them all away using Secret Magic.
It was a technique he didn't use easily due to its high mana consumption, but it was better than fighting them half-heartedly and having them revive.
“I will provide support.”
It was when Sharle was about to resonate her Violet Mana to reduce Celot's burden.
Kwaaaaaa!
A pillar of light shot up from beyond the castle gate.
The sacred light expanded its domain and began to swallow the Undead in the area.
“Is that a Priest's magic? No, that’s……”
Celot muttered, narrowing his eyes.
There was a group of people riding on horseback toward the castle gate.
The direct priests of the Papal Office, clad in white robes.
Sharle recognized a figure stepping out from the group.
“It’s Lady Lan.”
Lan de Styx.
The Saintess of Luminescia stepped forward before the western castle gate.
“This is Lan de Styx of the Holy Kingdom Luminescia!”
Her voice, imbued with Divine Power, echoed through the castle.
“I have come to see Killian Eurasia!!”
***
The reception room prepared in Delanor Castle was filled with a bleak and cold atmosphere.
Traces of the war had seeped into this temporary space, and a sense of tension hung in the air.
Simon Eurasia and Lan de Styx.
Of the two people sitting opposite each other, it was Simon who spoke first.
“To meet the famous Saintess in person like this, it is an honor.”
Simon began to speak calmly.
Lan showed her characteristic cold smile.
“My fame is far lacking compared to Sir Simon's.”
Simon chuckled at the title ‘Sir’ instead of ‘Your Majesty’.
It implied that she was treating him as a single knight, not the head of a kingdom.
‘She provides a little bit of fun amidst this bleak war.’
The Saintess’s smile was cold, but not aggressive.
Rather, it felt relaxed, as if this was her natural demeanor.
There would be no need to waste unnecessary time.
“Did His Holiness the Pope send you?”
“Yes.”
Lan replied briefly and concisely.
Simon was addressing His Holiness the Pope casually, but Lan did not pick a fight over his rudeness.
It was because she knew there was something between them that she was unaware of.
“He shouldn't be fond of me.”
There was a hint of cynicism in Simon's words as he mentioned His Holiness the Pope.
“……”
Lan showed no reaction.
She just quietly looked at Simon.
‘What an incredible pressure.’
She, who could dismiss the aura of numerous Superhumans as nothing, found the man before her different.
Even without channeling mana, a tremendous energy could be felt from his every word and every movement.
‘So this is the hero of Eurasia.’
His presence, like facing a great mountain, made even his non-hostile gaze feel heavy.
‘He might have really mastered 8-stars.’
Rumors were circulating that Simon Eurasia had mastered 8-stars.
Because it was impossible to comprehend how he could block the offensive of two vassal states without reaching such a level.
Fiddling with the fan in her hand, she opened her mouth.
“The one to deliver the message of His Holiness the Pope is the Fourth Prince of Eurasia.”
“Killian?”
Simon showed a reaction of interest.
“That is correct.”
Simon nodded and muttered as if to himself.
“I was wondering why the Holy Nation, which presents itself as neutral, would visit during a war. So it was a personal matter.”
“The Holy Nation does not participate in any war. You should know well what it would mean if we were to participate.”
A Holy War .
She stated that the priests of the Gods only participate in wars with a sacred mission, and that was unrelated to the war Eurasia was currently fighting.
“Other than Killian Eurasia, I cannot deliver His Holiness the Pope's words.”
“You are aware that he is not here right now, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Therefore, I request your permission to stay here until he returns.”
“……”
Simon was lost in thought for a moment, then nodded his head.
“It can't be helped.”
And then he said quietly.
“I will permit you to stay on the battlefield.”
“Thank you for your wise decision.”
“You may leave.”
Lan, giving a slight bow, left the room.
‘I've secured the justification to stay and help Eurasia. Now I just need to meet him.’
It had been a while since she received the report that Killian was moving from the Silvana Temple to the Pantera Temple.
By now, he should have arrived.
‘Killian Eurasia. Where are you and what are you doing instead of coming back?’
***
At that moment.
Killian was searching a closed temple near Eurasia's territory with Orchid Owl.
It was to verify the authenticity of the information she had provided.
This was after sending the injured Annihilation Squad to the Pantera Temple with Hazard.
“There's no one here.”
Perhaps even Brussels, the former owner of the territory, didn't care for it, as a gloomy energy filled the inside of the temple.
Besides this, traces of being neglected for a long time remained everywhere.
A single Walker approached Killian, who was quietly looking around.
“My lord.”
It was the Night Walker with a red mask, Crimson Wolf.
“It’s been a while. Have you been well?”
Crimson Wolf nodded and looked at another Walker standing next to him.
“Nothing much, except I almost died because of a crazy woman.”
There was a hint of killing intent in his voice.
“That's so mean. Just for checking your crotch~”
“Should I rip you apart right here?”
Killian shook his head as he watched the growling Crimson Wolf and the slyly evading Orchid Owl.
It seemed something had happened in the process of obtaining the information.
“My apologies. I was the one who gave him the unreasonable order.”
“Since my lord says so, I have no choice.”
Crimson Wolf quickly retracted the fangs he had bared at Orchid Owl.
“The reason you called for me?”
“It's because of the information that the Emperor started the war with impure intentions.”
“That information, you mean.”
The content stated that the Emperor was trying to activate a magic circle with the blood shed in the war.
That the magic circle was in the territory that now belonged to Eurasia, and that he had instigated the war through the princes to fulfill the conditions for activating the magic circle.
“I hope it’s not true, but there’s no harm in reducing the risk. I called you to prepare for the 'what if'.”
If there was even one more Night Walker, the search speed would double.
“An excellent decision. Then, I will check that way.”
Hook.
Crimson Wolf quickly disappeared.
It was in the opposite direction from Orchid Owl.
‘With this, the search will be a matter of time.’
It was still unconfirmed information.
There was no good in it leaking out unnecessarily, so it was better to move with a small group for now.
At that moment.
[It’s Adamas, right?!!]
A voice of some sort echoed in his head.
“……”
Killian looked around the temple.
The only presences he could feel in the eerie space were those of Crimson Wolf and Orchid Owl.
That was certainly the case.
[Adamas! Help, help me!!]
A childish voice once again dug into his mind.