"You son of a X!!!"
-Thwack!
Blood spurted out like a fountain from Stun's arm, which had flown away with a rough curse.
"Skir!!!"
Lucas, who was running towards Skir, who was falling to the floor at the sa ti.
-Paaaaat!
A bright light enveloped Skir's chest, from which blood was gushing out.
"You X-like bastard."
Lucas's low, angry voice was directed at Stun.
"K-khak... khahak!!!"
Lucas also trembled with rage at the sight of Stun laughing like a madman as he looked at his flown-away arm.
"You crazy bastard. Just die."
It was when Lucas raised one arm to blow off Stun's neck.
"L-Lucas..."
Skir grabbed Lucas's pant leg with difficulty.
"Let go. You idiot."
Lucas, who had furrowed his brow, looked down at Skir and said.
"Keuk... s-still... my brother..."
Anger welled up. He felt that Skir, who was protecting the bastard who had not only killed his parents with his own hands but had also tried to kill his younger brother, was an idiot.
"Khak! Hahahak!"
Stun's laughter, which had subsided for a mont, echoed again.
"He said brother! Brother! Khak! Hak!!!"
"Letting you live was the biggest mistake of my life."
"Hak! Khakhak!!!"
Lucas gathered mana in his hand.
"That won't do."
Stun, who had instantly stopped laughing, said with a serious expression.
"You're talking nonsense."
"How would a re mortal like you know what power I possess? Just think of it as bad luck."
As Stun raised his remaining arm and gathered black energy, the blood that had been gushing from his severed arm stopped.
-Chwa-chwa-chwa-chwat!
Dozens of black mana strands that had been created behind Stun were shot towards Lucas.
-Pssssst.
Lucas, who had scattered all the mana, furrowed his brow.
"You X-like bastard. I didn't like you from the beginning."
"K-khak! Hak-hak!!!"
Stun began to laugh like a madman again.
"Just die."
"Khak! Haak..."
Lucas rcilessly slashed one arm towards Stun.
-Swish.
Before the abdon that had been shaking with laughter could subside.
-Thud.
Stun's head fell to the floor.
"..."
Before the head that had fallen to the floor could roll once and et the eyes of the fallen Skir, Lucas lifted one foot.
-Thump.
"You son of a X."
-Thump.
As Stun's body collapsed forward, Lucas, who had grabbed Skir's arm, teleported.
***
"Hasel!!! Hasel!!!"
Lucas, who was holding Skir, who was gasping as if he were about to stop breathing, shouted.
"Lord?"
"Hurry!!!"
Lucas's shouting face was desperate. As if begging to be saved.
-Paaaaat!
A pure white light emanated from Hasel's hand.
"No, no!!! Ellaim. Call Ellaim."
Since his condition was one that could not be healed at once even with his own magic, Hasel's healing magic would also be useless.
Therefore, Lucas had co here to find the water spirit king, Ellaim, not Hasel.
Hasel, who had also beco urgent, quickly used a summoning formula and called Ellaim.
[What is it.]
"Please save this kid. Please."
Lucas said desperately, looking at Skir in his arms.
[Hmm.]
"Please. Please save him, Ellaim. It's . It's Lanos."
As Ellaim glanced at Hasel, Hasel nodded his head.
-Saaaaa.
As a pure white light emanated from Ellaim's hand and enveloped Skir, Skir's pale complexion began to return quickly.
"Hah... hah..."
Lucas, who was breathing heavily, fumbled with Skir's chest, which had not healed even with his own healing magic.
[I thought you were dead.]
Ellaim said, flipping his blue, watery hair.
"Ah, well, I did die, but I ca back to life... should I say?"
Hasel answered on behalf of the still-dazed Lucas.
[Hmm... judging by the aura I feel, it seems to be Lanos.]
"That's right."
Ellaim's eyes slowly scanned Lucas.
"Hah..."
As the breath of Skir in his arms slowly returned, Lucas, who had let out a long sigh, looked up at Ellaim with a pale face.
"Thank you. Thank you so much."
[I'm in your debt.]
"Right. I owe you a great debt. Thank you."
At Lucas's sincere words of thanks, one of Ellaim's eyebrows shot up.
[What's wrong with him? Is that really Lanos?]
It was because he felt that sothing was strange, even if it was strange, to see him holding a re human in his arms and begging for him to be saved.
"He said it is."
Hasel answered again.
[He said so?]
"Right."
[What is that human?]
"...The Lord's friend."
At that, Ellaim smirked.
[I've lived too long. So I see all sorts of things.]
"Thank you. Thank you so much, Ellaim."
Whether he did or not, Lucas once again expressed his gratitude.
[It's fine. Consider the debt paid. Since he's a friend.]
"No. A debt is a debt. I will surely help you soday."
[That's funny. Looking at your state, it doesn't seem like you'll ever be able to help , does it? Human.]
At that, this ti Lucas smirked.
"Really. You don't forget."
[Right. Isn't that what you used to say all the ti? You always shouted, 'How dare a re human!']
With Ellaim also in Hasel's lair, it really felt like he had returned to his past life.
"Haha. Right. I did."
[But to be a human. How funny. Is it a punishnt from the main god?]
"Sothing like that."
An unreadable smile appeared on Lucas's lips.
[Anyway, consider the debt paid. What, should I make a contract with you or sothing? It seems hard to live in that body.]
"It's fine. I can still use magic, at least."
A contract with a spirit king was a great thing, but it was not what Lucas needed right now.
'I might need all the spirit kings.'
He had been planning to gather all the spirit kings and talk to them soon anyway.
[Whatever. Well.]
"Really. Thank you so much."
Looking at it again, the healing ability of the water spirit king was truly amazing and great.
[Right. Stop it now. It's giving the creeps.]
It was unlikely that he really had them, but Ellaim rubbed his arm and joked.
"Right."
[I'm going.]
Ellaim, who had smirked, disappeared.
"He'll be fine."
Hasel said, looking at Lucas, who was fumbling with Skir's body again as soon as Ellaim disappeared.
"Right. I know."
Nevertheless, Lucas kept fumbling with Skir's body here and there to check if there were any injuries.
"Aigoo..."
Hasel, who saw that, sighed.
"I said I know. But what can I do if I want to check with my own eyes?"
It was a healing magic used directly by a spirit king, not a healing priest. That ant that even a scar that had been there for ten years would have been healed.
Lucas, too, was not unaware of that fact, but his worry did not subside easily.
"Keung..."
Skir tossed and turned and let out a pained sound.
"I should go."
"Yes. I will visit you soon."
"Right."
With a short answer, Lucas teleported with Skir.
***
Lucas, who had teleported straight to the room where Skir was staying at the Count's estate, rummaged through the closet and took out Skir's clothes.
'I can't let him out in this state.'
Skir would surely not be in his right mind when he woke up.
'It's my fault.'
He thought as he took off Skir's clothes, which were covered in blood and torn to shreds.
'It's my fault for sending that bastard ho.'
If he hadn't sent Stun back at that ti, the Duke and Duchess would not have suffered such a thing.
'Skir wouldn't have had to see that, or suffer that.'
He rembered Skir's trembling hand as he had grabbed his pant leg, calling him his brother.
"Hah..."
Lucas, who had changed all of Skir's clothes, sighed.
"Right."
It had already happened. It was his sin, his fault, and his mistake.
So now, all that was left was to solve it.
***
Lucas, who had put Skir into a deeper sleep using a sleep spell, left the room.
Now it was ti to solve the problem, so he had to move.
The ducal family, which had been supporting the empire where the emperor's seat was vacant, had collapsed in an instant.
And since he had killed the culprit, Stun, with his own hands, there was no one to hold accountable.
'Aman.'
What was needed at a ti like this was another power to support the empire. The power of Aman, the owner of the prestigious Mage Tower. That was what was needed right now.
-Flash!
Lucas, who had imdiately teleported to Aman's office, looked around.
'He's not here.'
But if he waited a little, Aman would soon appear.
"Lord?"
"Aman."
Aman, who saw Lucas's serious expression, quietly waited for him to speak.
"Stun killed the Duke and Duchess."
"Hah."
"It's my fault."
"Why is that your fault, Lord? That crazy foal-like bastard. I should have caught him and beaten him up when he ran away, but he ends up causing trouble."
Aman was outraged.
"No, didn't I say we should kill him back then?"
"..."
Lucas, who had lost his words as Aman, who had just said it wasn't his fault, blad him, stared blankly at the wall.
"Right. So it's my fault."
"Ah, no. It's not."
At that, Aman quickly shook his head.
"Skir almost died."
"Aigoo!!!"
Aman, who also cherished everyone around Lucas, jumped up as soon as he heard the news.
"Stun is dead."
"Is Skir okay? He's a little slow, but he's a good kid..."
"I barely saved him by asking Ellaim."
Aman let out a sigh of relief.
"Phew! That's a relief."
"But I'm worried about the future. I'll need your help a little."
"Ah. That's right."
Aman nodded his head as if he knew what he ant without him having to explain, and then he was lost in thought for a mont.
"The situation is not good. The emperor's seat is vacant, and the ducal family is in that state..."
It was a situation where the culprit who had hard the ducal family could be frad as soone else.
"Hmm. Stun killed the Duke and Duchess, and the Lord killed Stun..."
Aman muttered the situation.
"It's only a matter of ti before the ducal family's situation becos known. If that happens, our Mage Tower will move to investigate the case."
Since it was a procedure he already knew, Lucas nodded his head.
"It would be a big problem if your trace is found there, Lord."
"So isn't that why I need your help?"
It was difficult to erase the remaining traces of mana. And it was even more difficult if there was a corpse that had died because of it.
"I'll have to try my best."
Aman smiled faintly.
"And the next problem is. Skir's condition is not good, and he can't take over all the ducal family's affairs. And Skir is not even ready to receive the title."
Since the Duke was dead, and the eldest son, Stun, was also dead, the title would naturally co to Skir.
"There might be nothing I can do about that. I am strictly a mber of the Mage Tower, and the matter of titles is not a matter for the Mage Tower to interfere in."
"Hmm..."
Lucas groaned.
"And the more serious problem is the actions of the other central nobles. Since the ducal family, which had the most power, has collapsed."
"If things get bad, I can tell Skir to give up the title."
"I won't let that happen."
It was not an easy thing to give up the title of a duke of a country.
And it was even more worrying because if the ignorant Skir received the title, he would be a good scarecrow to manipulate.
"First, I'll have to see the scene myself."
"Right."
"Please don't co, Lord. Just in case."
As Lucas nodded his head, Aman, who had bowed his head, teleported and disappeared.
[End of Chapter]
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