Chapter 189
189. The Benevolent Princess [1]
[You have defeated ‘Garen von Reinhaver’!]
[The player’s lifespan has increased by 90 days.]
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After the storm-like sword dance ended.
I was fully composed now.
Garen’s life was completely extinguished, and it was a situation where no one could deny my victory.
However, even in such a mont, I neither fell nor wavered, just standing upright.
Because I must show sothing to all the disgraces of the Reinhaver family who decided to follow Garen, who is now looking at .
It was this
I defeated Garen von Reinhaver, and as the youngest of the Reinhaver family, I had the right to carve my own path without being swept away by their will any longer.
Furthermore, I never sought their recognition and will engrave the na Nox von Reinhaver in even greater heights. This will beco a significant weapon for later on.
The other mbers of the Elder Council.
Especially Theo’s brothers, needed to be strongly reminded of my presence.
Having killed Garen, I could not afford to miss this opportunity.
Thus, even as I steadied my wavering gaze and legs, I stood tall without collapsing, straightening my back. Standing in that spot, I simply stared at them with my characteristic spirit.
But this alone should be enough.
It was enough for them to feel a deep fear of my existence.
Hundreds of shadows hidden in the darkness.
But their fighting spirit was likely already broken.
With their pivotal figure, Garen, gone, they probably had no other way to escape. Christopher, realizing this, shouted loudly
“Young Master Nox has defeated Young Master Garen! In this situation, do you still trust the runaway eldest son of the Reinhaver family, who defiled our family’s na with the power of a demon and incited a civil war during these chaotic tis…?!!”
Christopher raised his voice further, halting everyone’s fighting.
He knelt briefly before , offering a formal bow with sword ceremonial, and rose to declare
“Lay down your swords. Otherwise, all of you will be punished under the sacred na of the Reinhaver family. There is no future for traitors.”
Hearing this, their movent ceased. Soon, nurous vassals of the Reinhaver family began to lower their swords.
So higher-ranking individuals, perhaps predicting Garen’s defeat, had already fled swiftly, but that was enough.
The goals I aid to achieve here were already fulfilled.
The elimination of Garen, the consolidation of my position within the Reinhaver family, and the acquisition of the third form of supre black sword
The last third, however, was uncertain. I hadn’t expected Nox’s devilization to progress so abruptly, catching off guard. But at this point, it wasn’t sothing to dwell on.
The priority was resolving the incident at hand.
‘The [Devilization] must be due to one of Nox’s innate traits manifesting. Those vertical pupils I saw when saving Eleanor… they’ve resurfaced. This phenonon, which appeared during the ending credits when Nox beca the final villain, is already beginning to show now.’
This ans that my devilization as Nox von Reinhaver is approaching.
Earlier than expected.
Though the Reinhaver family is renowned for wielding the power of darkness, and both Theo and Nox undergo devilization later, an unexpected variable at this ti can only be dangerous.
‘But I can’t afford to spend too much ti here. Solving the imdiate problem is more urgent—especially… the Princess’s condition worries .’
Penelope….
Is she alright now?
Even as I struggled to shake off my concerns, another question arose in my mind.
None other than Garen’s mother, Priscilla von Aurel.
Where could she be now?
‘No matter how I look around, she’s not here. She’s been missing for quite so ti.’
This ans that any semblance of maternal affection or human connection she might have had disappeared long ago.
No, perhaps from the beginning, she was more captivated by her own power.
This will likely lead to a storm with even greater repercussions later.
‘… But such things aren’t important at this mont.’
Hadn’t I just overco yet another wall?
I survived.
For the first ti, I faced the past head-on under the na Nox von Reinhaver.
Garen von Reinhaver
The mont I completely severed one of the chains that bound , an indescribable exhilaration surged through , elevating to a higher place.
Perhaps that’s why.
Words I would normally never say began spilling out as I addressed everyone in my sight.
“I, Nox von Reinhaver, have no interest in the position of family head. Tarnishing my na or labeling as trash makes no difference to . I probably wouldn’t even care. But.”
I clenched my fist tightly.
Shwaaaa!
Rain began to fall.
The sll of blood spreads.
The tallic scent diffuses, slowly consuming my body like a deadly poison. Standing for too long is a struggle, but I know better than anyone else what I must do next.
Thus, I must declare it here
I, Nox von Reinhaver.
“If anyone dares to obstruct or stand in my way, I will kill them. Even if it goes against the greater good.”
Shwaaaa——!
Gradually, the raindrops grow heavier.
It will undoubtedly be insufficient to wash away all the blood.
But that’s the nature of war.
No matter which side wins, or who achieves victory, the stench of blood and the pain that spreads within cannot be erased.
It may dilute slightly over ti, as if mixed with water, but it will never vanish completely. Its limits are inherently clear. That is why those wounded by war must always make a decision.
Whether to numb themselves with more blood to forget the scent of it, or to carve the mories of those forgotten into their hearts while at the sa ti…
Choosing to devote themselves to the cruel present.
“Are you alright, Nox? Your wounds haven’t fully healed yet. Heading to Sidus now is far too dangerous.”
Eleanor de Rivalin looks at and says like that.
But even she knows well, I will never change my decision. She always analyzes every situation and the person in front of her, drawing conclusions based on even the slimst possibilities.
That is Eleanor, the rchant.
I head toward Sidus’ Hall.
Eldain Academy.
I will eradicate the forces of the First Prince, Louis von Arkheim, who have unlawfully occupied the place.
Thus, I speak a little more firmly.
“I believe you already know my decision.”
“…I do. I understand how dangerous the situation is and that I cannot persuade you. But this is… a shortcut to death. Couldn’t you reconsider just once more?”
“I’ve already used the potions and recovery dicines you gave , as well as the ergency redies prepared by Erina. I’ll be nearly fully healed before arriving. I’ll likely be in even better shape than before.”
“…Alright.”
I glance at Eleanor, who now looks dejected.
Reddish-brown hair was tangled with sweat. Because she was soone who always maintained dignity and did not allow unbecoming acts, I could understand how much effort she had put into helping soone like Knox.
The care she showed , and her foresight in sensing the danger I would face and using the pendant, filled with nothing but gratitude. So, just this once, I decided to be a little honest.
“Thank you, Eleanor.”
“…Huh?”
Eleanor looked at with a startled, flustered expression, hiccuping in surprise.
Her pale face showed an uncharacteristic embarrassnt, far from the deanor of a [Genius of Acting]. When her uniquely captivating eyes turned to , I couldn’t help but let out a faint smile.
“You realized it and ca to save . That’s what I’m thanking you for. Not to ntion bringing Christopher and the army here, anticipating the danger ahead. I sincerely express my gratitude, Eleanor.”
It wasn’t like , Nox, to express such feelings, it was sothing I had always been unable to say.
But at this mont, I thought, maybe it’s okay now?
Now that Yoochan has fully embraced being Nox von Reinhaver, perhaps I could afford to be a little more honest with soone.
If the people around are willing to sacrifice for , then I should be willing to do the sa.
Not for anyone else, but because I wanted to.
Compared to their sacrifices, such words hold no real aning.
But perhaps it can give them trust.
And that trust would make us stronger together.
“If that’s what you say… I understand. But we have to prepare thoroughly before we go. The forces of the First Prince Louis von Arkheim are far greater than we imagine. With the cooperation of Reinhaver’s Black Knights and the two Four Sages, I suppose it’s a bit better… but their backers are formidable, no?”
“Of course.”
As I replied. Louis von Arkheim
I thought of one particular individual aligned with him.
In a battlefield of this scale, her presence alone multiplies the danger. A monster who could even neutralize Astrid and Noah if she wields an ancient weapon.
She wasn’t a demon.
One of the three Sword Emperors, standing alongside Theo and Celsus.
A monster, wielder of the [Heaven-Breaking Sword (破天劍)].
There was no doubt.
She had sided with the First Prince Louis.
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Boom——! Swaaaaa——!
As the storm rages and Penelope’s attacks grow more ferocious.
A knight in a helt erges beneath the darkened sky.
Her height, roughly 170 cm, is not particularly imposing, but the aura and power emanating from her overwhelm everyone.
Princess Penelope continues to unleash lightning, despite her frail condition, recklessly expending her mana. Yet her limits are clear.
Though Leon’s undead army and Paracelsus’s [Living Sword] are fighting valiantly, defeat could co at any mont.
With the sheer imbalance of forces, there’s little they can do.
Furthermore, from the first Prince Louis position, his ultimate plan was to subjugate the entire South.
In other words, aside from the half-ruined Marvas family and the distant dark family Sader, he intended to destroy and absorb the last remaining family, Reinhaver.
Naturally, he couldn’t afford to expend too many soldiers to achieve this.
If so, there was only one viable thod
To recruit an overwhelmingly powerful force to boost the morale of his troops and swiftly bring the war to an end.
With this in mind, Louis von Archheim brought forth the most exceptional individual among those who had sided with him.
“Now, it’s ti to bring it to an end. My foolish sibling, eliminate her!”
“If you keep your promise, I will assist you, First Prince Louis.”
At the sa ti,
A woman’s voice began to emanate from the helted figure.
It was a voice that had never been heard on the battlefield before, unfamiliar even to all the nobles present in the area.
This was just natural.
Louis’s lips curled into a sly smile as he glanced around.
He stretched his arms wide in a gesture as if to encompass the surroundings.
The mysterious woman’s voice continued, resonating powerfully. The mana carried within her voice caused considerable unease among the soldiers, but she remained undeterred.
She drew her sword and declared.
“Hear , all of you! My na is Ulysses von Fritschel, the sole surviving bloodline of the annihilated Fritschel family, and…”
From beneath her helt, she let out a small but sharper smile than anyone could have imagined.
“Your enemy.”
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