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The soldiers stationed in Heiran arent responding? Are you sure you contacted them properly?
Y-yes
The Warefox aide bowed his head. Jaeger, who was lying halfway on the bed, frowned. What on earth was going on?
There could be hundreds of them, where could such a large number of personnel have gone missing? Have they been lured away by ghosts from the frozen sea?
I-I apologize. Currently, theres no way Weve imdiately organized reconnaissance teams, so we should receive a response soon.
The aide stamred, sweating profusely. He couldnt even raise his head. Jaeger, who had returned two days ago after being seriously injured, exuded an even more enhanced dignity.
Maybe it could be called gravitas. Perhaps it was due to having surpassed the threat of death. He seed much more serious and weighty than before. After a mont of silence, Jaeger spoke.
Hmm Very well. You may leave.
Yes.
The aide withdrew. In the spacious room, only Jaeger and his six bodyguards remained. They were elite subordinates placed there in case of any unexpected attacks.
All sorts of strange things are happening.
Jaeger swept his beard with his hand. It was a perplexing situation. Ronans group would arrive in Heiran the day after tomorrow. If things continued like this, Jaeger wouldnt know if the promise to withdraw troops had been kept. He pondered deeply on the current situation before speaking up.
Prepare a special unit. I think Ill have to go see for myself.
Shouldnt you be resting for now?
Thats true but I have a bad feeling about this.
Jaeger sat up halfway on the bed. His intuition, which had rescued him from danger so far, was sending out warnings. It felt like sothing unpleasant was about to happen.
It was necessary to accurately confirm the current situation. As Jaeger was adjusting his clothes, the door to his study opened slowly.
Creak
Hmm?
Jaeger, feeling odd about the lack of permission to enter, turned his head. His eyes widened as he saw who was standing at the door. The person he had hoped never to see again was standing there.
Barka!
Nice to et you, Jaeger.
Barka was wearing a black robe as always. He approached steadily, his steps making no sound.
Jaeger hesitated, stepping back. The guards, realizing belatedly, drew their weapons.
Wait, stop right there!
Are you really badly injured? Seems like youre unhard, thankfully.
But Barka paid no heed to the guards warning. It was inconceivable how he managed to enter if Jaeger had ordered all soldiers to deal with him imdiately upon his arrival.
Its impossible that all those n were taken out, right? No, it cant be. He must have sneaked in secretly.
Jaegers whole body tensed. Although Barkas face couldnt be seen as he wore his robe hat on, Jaeger could tell that he was smiling. Barka, who had been staring at Jaeger, finally spoke.
Why are you so tense? Have I done sothing wrong?
What face do you have to co here? After fleeing alone back then.
I apologize for that. It took so ti to plan after underestimating my opponent. They were much stronger than I expected.
Surrounded by six daggers, he finally stopped. Jaeger was about to talk about the assassin he had sent. Barka spoke up.
So, I have prepared sothing as compensation. It might be an offer you cant refuse.
An offer I cant refuse?
Yes. Truly an offer you cant refuse.
With a aningful tone, Jaeger raised an eyebrow. Suddenly, Barka flicked his finger. Snap! His robe wriggled, and a sinister shadow erged.
Huh?
The ford shadow brushed past the bodies of the guards. The speed was so fast that the seven people, including Jaeger, didnt even realize the presence of the shadow.
As the shadow returned inside the robe, a loud scream echoed. Swoosh! The arms and legs of the six guards were severed, and blood spurted out.
Aaaargh! M-My arms!
Huh? Wh-what?!
Desperate screams filled the air. The mutilated limbs and disabled bodies collapsed. Losing strength in his legs, Jaeger managed to prevent himself from falling by grabbing onto a nearby table.
Wh-What!
They couldnt comprehend what had just happened. All they could see was the wriggling robe. Even amidst the splattering blood, Barka stood still as if frozen. Finally, he spoke.
Ill give you the right to live, so cooperate, Jaeger. Thats my proposal.
Grrgh!
Forget about the betrayal once. You were originally that kind of trash. If you just listen to , you can rule the North within a few years.
Barka spoke with an authoritative tone. It seed he had caught wind of the information leak. His crimson eyes glead from inside the robe.
Damn it
His attitude was completely different from before. However, it wasnt too shocking, considering he had been expecting this monsters ambition to unfold for the past two days.
If I refuse here Ill lose everything.
Jaeger clenched his fist. For a mont, the image of the deford son of the Werewolf flashed through his mind. The mory of revealing information out of foolish righteousness and guilt.
Perhaps he was montarily insane. Jaeger closed his eyes tightly and then opened them again.
Fine. Ill cooperate.
Youve thought well. Theres sothing you must do in Heiran, so follow .
As Jaeger expressed his willingness to cooperate, Barkas tone softened again, as if nothing had happened. Jaeger brushed off his chest and let go of the table.
Alright. Before we depart, can I take sothing? Its in the desk drawer.
Do as you wish. Well depart in three minutes.
Barka, who said so, turned around. The guards, who were still alive, groaned in agony. Upon closer inspection, it wasnt just their limbs that had been severed; there were horrific injuries all over their bodies.
L-Lord Jaeger!
Ugh, agh!
Jaeger didnt react. He staggered towards the desk and opened the second drawer. Deep inside lay a magnificent dagger, lying like a coiled snake.
This guy
One day, it might co to this, so it was sothing he had prepared for. The blade of the dagger was dripping with a venomous liquid, emitting a shimring gleam. It was extrely poisonous, capable of taking down even an ogre with one strike.
This was not right. Whether becoming the King of the North or the Emperor, this was truly not right. Jaeger wasnt sure exactly what Barkas intentions were, but if things continued like this, he would surely commit more atrocious deeds in the future.
Reason and intuition were shouting to yield, but his body was moving as his heart commanded. It was the first ti in thirty years.
One strike. Just one strike.
Jaeger, after taking a deep breath, repeated in his mind. Holding the hilt of the dagger cautiously, Jaeger spoke.
Hey, Barka.
****
The sky was clear. Though the cold wind blew as if bones would freeze, it was bearable as there was no snowfall. Adeshan handed a piece of jerky to Citas mouth and said.
Here. Have so.
Bweeh!
Their journey to Heiran was nearing its fourth day. Ronan, Adeshan, and Cita were sitting on the ground, taking a break. They could rest more comfortably as a large hill without any grass provided so shelter from the northern winds.
Adeshan and Cita were having a simple al, while Ronan, sitting on a flat rock, was writing sothing with paper and a pencil. Adeshan, who was chewing on jerky, asked him.
Ronan. Who are you writing the letter to?
Hmm What should I write
However, there was no response. Ronans unusual silence was sowhat suspicious. Adeshan questioned again.
Ronan?
Ah, sorry. Its for His Majesty the Emperor.
Oh. I see What?
Adeshans eyes widened. Ronan, who had just finished writing the letter, stood up. He handed the letter, tied to Citas ankle and said.
I have a personal favor to ask. Its a bit demanding but still, I hope youll accept it since Ive done my part.
Wow. Youre impressive. In many ways.
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Adeshan nodded as if exhausted. She didnt ask what it was about as it seed Ronan wanted to keep it a secret. After tightly tying the letter, Ronan tapped Citas head lightly.
Cita. Please.
Bweh!
With her four wings spread out, Cita flew away. Her disappearing figure in the sky reminded them of a black cot. It would be two days at the latest before they received a reply. Adeshan said.
I hope it goes well. Whatever it is.
Yeah. Lets start moving slowly?
Yeah.
The two of them got up from their seats and brushed off the snow on their clothes. It took them nearly thirty minutes to climb up the steep hill.
Finally, Ronan and Adeshan, who had reached the summit, stopped simultaneously. The landscape of the northern Heiran spread out before them. Adeshan exclaid, slightly opening her mouth, at the sight of the vast land covered in ice and rocks.
Wow
Weve finally arrived. Damn it.
Ronan swept his bangs roughly. It had been a short but arduous journey. They hadnt been able to sleep properly due to the threat of beasts and monsters that were hostile to humans.
Blue ice protruded from the ground here and there. A horizon far to the north proved that this was the end of the continent.
Beyond that lay the Sea of Ghosts, the destination of this journey. It was said that the wails of fleeting sailors could be heard from the frozen sea all year round.
Why did his father, or Elysia, call him to such a place? Ronan took out his tobacco pipe and asked Adeshan.
How about the Blood Needle?
Its still fixed in place. Could he be staying down due to injury?
That would be nice, but Well, well find out once we get there.
The Blood Needle received from Jaeger had been fixed in place since last night when the direction was determined. Although it seed suspicious, there seed to be sothing in Heiran according to Jaegers words.
What needed to be resolved right now was catching Barka. The forge, and his father, ca next.
The two of them descended down the steep path, being careful not to slip. Ronan whistled as there was no sense of danger around.
Oh Jaeger seems to have kept his promise. Honestly, I was a little worried.
I dont feel anything either. Seems like hes really withdrawn the troops.
Adeshan nodded. The promise to withdraw troops stationed here seed to have been faithfully fulfilled. Since there didnt seem to be any monsters or beasts around, the two could walk along the Blood Needles direction without much trouble.
Still, just in case, keep the crossbows from freezing. You never know when youll need to shoot.
Yeah. Will do.
Adeshan, taking Ronans advice, fiddled with the crossbow on her back. Unlike when infiltrating the headquarters of the New Beastn Alliance, everything was prepared this ti.
With each step, ice fragnts and volcanic rocks made a crunchy sound, emitting an addictive noise. After walking for a while, the two finally reached near the coast.
Apart from weathered rocky outcrops and ice formations scattered around, nothing particularly stood out. The sound of crashing waves was intensifying. Adeshan, holding the Blood Needle, tilted her head.
This is strange. Shouldnt sothing co up by now?
Yeah Wait, whats that?
Suddenly, Ronan pointed his index finger forward. A huge ice block, large enough to be considered a hill, was jutting out between the sea and the land.
Strange mana currents were seen swirling around the bluish ice wall. Adeshans eyes widened.
Thats
Its definitely suspicious.
The needle pointed in the sa direction as well. Ronan and Adeshan moved as if possessed by sothing. As Ronan reached the ice wall, he swung his sword into the air.
Swish! Along with the sensation of cutting through paper, the illusion surrounding the ice wall vanished. A hidden door revealed itself. The wooden door, reaching a height of 4 ters, was not designed for humans.
Creak As the door opened, a long corridor of unknown depth was revealed. Faintly, the air inside was tainted with a foul sll.
The needle was precisely pointing towards the inside of the corridor. At the sa ti, the two looked back at each other and then turned their gazes forward again. Ronan, who brushed his clothes, spoke up.
I think weve found it.
.
.
.
The corridor was much deeper than expected. In the winding cave, even the sound of breathing echoed loudly.
The torch in Ronans hand was the only source of light. With every flicker of the oil-fed fla, their long shadows swayed like dancing.
They were on high alert. Ronans other hand rested on the hilt of his sword, while Adeshan had the crossbow ready, loaded with bolts. They were prepared for imdiate action, no matter what might co.
Ha, I cant believe they made sothing like this inside the ice.
Ronan muttered in admiration as he looked around. The walls and ceiling of the huge corridor, reaching a height of nearly 4 ters, were all made of translucent ice.
It would have been harder than any rock or tal to carve this out. The only thing on the floor was a layer of straw, seemingly to prevent Barka himself from slipping.
Stains of dark red blood were sared on the straw. The bloodstains, resembling spilled stew, irregularly continued deep into the corridor.
The wounds seem serious. Where else did he get hurt?
Seems like it.
Adeshan replied calmly, his tone noticeably subdued.
Ronan thought it was a situation serious enough to warrant that. The culprit who had taken everything from him was right in front of them. Ronan, who had been pondering sothing, spoke up.
Ill yield.
Huh?
I an, about Barka, Ill yield so that you can kill him, Sunbae.
It was an unexpected remark, and silence followed. Adeshan, who had been silent for a mont, chuckled.
Thanks. But actually, killing Barka isnt my goal.
Whats your goal then?
I just want to ask him. Why did he do such things, and why is he still doing them? Why does he seek to rule the North, squeezing out so much blood and tears from people? Of course, he must face justice, but for now, thats my only goal.
Her voice was calm, without a hint of trembling. Ronan respected her mature attitude by not responding. As they walked for another ten minutes, Adeshan, who had been walking slightly ahead, stopped in her tracks.
Ronan, theres sothing beyond the corner.
Really?
Ahead of them was a corner bending to the right. Ronan closed his eyes and focused. Then he nodded, indicating that he sensed a shimring mana.
It seems like Barka.
Adeshan cocked the crossbow. The Blood Needle clutched in her left hand also pointed in that direction. Ronan grasped the hilt of his sword.
Lets go.
With that answer, Ronan led the way and turned the corner. As the torchlight illuminated the other side, Ronans face froze coldly.
This is!
Beyond the corner, about 3 ters ahead, the path was blocked by an ice wall. A stone altar, seemingly for rituals, was placed there.
On top of it were seven severed heads of beastn lined up in a row. Unidentified leather bags were hanging on each of the seven heads, attached to hooks. Adeshan, who saw it a mont too late, dropped the Blood Needle.
I-Its, oh my god!
The clattering sound echoed in the cave. The faces lined up in a row were all severely distorted, and seed equally horrified. Suddenly, Ronans gaze fell on the central head, and he gasped.
Jaeger.
His breathing began to quicken. The severed head of a white tiger was unmistakably Jaegers. Among the seven heads, he was the only one who didnt seem to be horrified.
His ears were pulled back, and his fangs were bared, as if roaring in anger, while his head seed cleanly cut off. Adeshan covered her mouth with both hands.
H-How could this! Then, what about this Blood Needle?
That bastard
Ronan gritted his teeth. While looking around, he quickly figured out the secret of the Blood Needle and the shimring mana.
Blood droplets were dripping from the leather bags hanging loosely above the altar. Probably, Barkas own blood was inside them. It seed like additional asures were taken to disrupt their senses.
Heh
His mouth twitched in amazent. His heart was pounding rapidly. Suddenly, the faint sound of a chanism clicking ca from the back.
What?
Both Ronan and Adeshan, who had been tense, simultaneously lowered their heads. Their eyes t over the Blood Needle. The red needle was pointing towards the entrance of the cave. A low, vibrating voice echoed from behind.
Greetings. Vultures who ruined everything for .
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