The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 61
“Well then, enjoy your al comfortably.”
As Alman’s words fell ominously, everyone started eating.
“Ridiculous.”
Seeing that scene, Sein also spoke while putting a piece of at into his mouth.
“It’s amusing how those who are about to die, and those they’ll kill, peacefully share a al.”
It was a statent devoid of any emotion.
“…….”
In an instant, the atmosphere in the dining hall turned tense.
“Unlucky.”
A voice ca from Dante’s side.
“There’s no need for that.”
It was Domos who swiftly put an end to the tense atmosphere.
“Do we really need to be angry when those who are about to die are enjoying their last supper?”
Clatter, a laughter ca from Dante’s side.
This ti, it was Lasciel’s side where the atmosphere sank.
It was clear to everyone that Domos’ words were talking about Lasciel’s defeat.
“Well, that’s true.”
At that mont, Sein’s voice chid in.
“It must be so unfair for those who will soon beco corpses, having lived on combat rations only.”
“Clatter….”
“We should eat a lot and build up our strength. That’s the only way….”
Sizzle.
“We can enjoy ourselves a bit too.”
Crash.
The sound of tableware breaking ca from Dante’s side.
“Ouch, our master cherishes that. If they die, we can sell it as an heirloom to pay off debts. Won’t that fetch a good sum?”
Watching Sein, who spoke with a bandana tied around his head, Dante’s candidates grumbled.
They had no intention of getting involved in the kids’ fight.
“Don’t you think so?”
There was nothing as entertaining as the kids’ fight.
“Right.”
“Hey, looks like today’s al won’t even be worth the price.”
But it wasn’t just for that simple reason.
“You guys.”
The grandeur of Dante seen in the garden of Rasiel.
“Let them feel intimidated by those bastards once more.”
Though brief, Rasiel’s candidates were overwheld by that grandeur.
It was sothing that neither the experience of battle nor the challenge of death could overco.
A longing that any human would inevitably possess.
Dante had the power to provoke that.
“I’ll split your skull open.”
But there was soone who surpassed all that, Saint.
“…W-What are you talking about? Who got intimidated?”
“They all chickened out. Sons of bitches.”
With that one word, even the slightest unease held by Rasiel’s candidates vanished.
Flinch.
Damos trembled as if unable to contain his anger.
“Go have your al.”
Rohan suppressed those candidates of Dante in such manner.
Saint, who had hoped for a brawl, soon lost interest.
“It’s not just for now anyway.”
The interaction with Dante had only just begun.
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As expected, Saint’s prediction was accurate.
After the al ca the free ti.
“Those rascals were quite the talkers earlier.”
Energetic young n.
Moreover, those who would soon be enemies had even had a bit of alcohol?
“Say that again.”
To avoid a fight was impossible.
“Wow, this guy’s insane.”
Rasiel’s candidates countered.
“Are you out of your mind?”
“…?”
“You and your dad are just like our dads.”
…!
“Referring to the esteed Demorus’s lineage as rascals, are you a traitor?”
Days spent with Saint.
Experiencing all sorts of misfortunes and temptations without faltering for a month, they were.
And of course.
“I must inform the Masters of this fact, we must eliminate this traitorous scum.”
What the candidates learned was not just battle, but also Saint’s eloquence and rhetoric.
The candidates of Rasiel blushed at the words of Dante’s candidates.
To deny it now would be like spitting on their own faces.
Yet to apologize or defend themselves would be like spitting phlegm on their faces.
“Tsk, tsk.”
The overwhelming rhetoric of Rasiel’s candidates made a tsking sound.
“These bastards!”
In the end, what Dante chose was force.
Among Demorus’ candidates, Rasiel’s candidates were the weakest.
Like typical inhabitants of the Dark Alley, they knew that strength was most effective in such situations.
Gooo.
The tense atmosphere suddenly overheated.
The magical heat emanating from Dante’s candidates heated up the training ground.
Kukuku!
They began to press heavily on Rasiel’s candidates.
Ssik.
Dante’s candidates, sensing victory, smiled.
“Punks like you need a lesson…”
As they confidently threw their words,
Dante’s candidates realized sothing was amiss.
“What are you doing? You fools.”
Rasiel’s candidates, unaffectedly, stood with calm expressions, directly receiving the magic.
Not a drop of sweat, not a tremor in their bodies.
Gooo!
They had to draw out even more magic.
At that mont,
Ssik.
With a laughter reminiscent of soone,
Kwaaaa!
Rasiel’s candidates released their magic.
Engaging in a showdown of magic and power with Dante’s.
Boom!
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The magic emitted by Rasiel’s candidates rebounded Dante’s magic, suppressing them.
“Ugh.”
So of Dante’s candidates groaned at the unexpected counterattack.
As if raising their spirits to draw out even more magic,
“Magic?”
Dante’s candidates realized.
Their magic wasn’t even flinching.
Only now could they see Rasiel’s candidates again.
They.
“What are you doing?”
It seed so huge.
‘How?’
Rasiel’s candidates were clearly the weakest among Demoros’s candidates.
Especially considering the information they had compiled.
Just a few months ago, these rookies didn’t even know if they were Demoros.
Even if it had been a few months, it was a period that would end after a few missions.
“What. Are. You. Doing?”
How could this be happening?
The approaching candidates of Rasiel.
Dante’s candidates unconsciously swallowed hard.
Swish.
The force that ca rushing in dispersed the aura emitted by both Rasiel’s candidates and Dante’s candidates.
“What are you all doing here?”
“Damnos….”
Approaching was Damnos of Dante.
“Tsk.”
He seed to understand the situation as he clicked his tongue.
“The Master calls. Stop ssing around and follow .”
The appearing Damnos quickly organized the situation.
The backs of the Pasen soldiers.
Yet Rasiel’s candidates couldn’t follow them.
“That one, he’s a real monster.”
Damnos, overwheld by just one of them.
But he didn’t lose his composure.
“How do you think he compares to that one?”
A question arose among the candidates.
“Make so sense.”
Shiver.
So candidates even trembled.
“That guy’s seriously ssed up. Seriously.”
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Bam!
The sound of a slap echoed.
“Fools.”
Damnos muttered, unable to contain his anger.
“Why bother with those punks when there’s nothing to show off?”
“…Damnos. That’s not it.”
“If you pick a fight, you should see it through to the end.”
Dante’s potential candidates fell silent at Damos’s manic eyes.
“Just to suffer such humiliation from those insignificant fools!”
Crack!
Damos’s energy poured out.
Thud, thud.
The candidates, as if overwheld by Damos’s energy, grimaced.
Yet, seemingly not satisfied, Damos trampled the fallen candidates.
“It doesn’t seem like their fault.”
A shadow by the window spoke to Damos.
“The candidates from Lasel, their story differs from what we’ve heard.”
Another shadow revealed itself.
“They were not re novices unable to handle magic properly.”
They were the ones who had scrutinized Lasel’s candidates since their arrival.
“Especially that guy nad Sein…”
“Enough.”
Damos said.
“They’ve just turned from trash that should’ve been discarded to pests.”
Damos was resolute.
“So, you lack confidence?”
“I highly doubt that.”
“Even then, they are just candidates.”
As light stread in, their faces were revealed.
All of similar age.
But these were different.
“We don’t consider ourselves just candidates, do we?”
They were those who could boast of Dante.
Hailing from prestigious backgrounds.
Having handled magic from a young age, forced to use it like their own bodies.
Those who wielded daggers rather than playing with toys.
“By the way, that kid seems to have joined Sein.”
“A nobody. From a prestigious family to serving under soone.”
Finally.
Snick.
A smile spread across Damos’s lips.
“Yes, pests indeed.”
Though hidden, Damos was the one who sensed it the best.
A hint of unease.
Sothing primal and instinctive felt since entering Lasel.
Yet, it was sothing he couldn’t acknowledge.
‘I.’
From the original family.
The most likely successor of Dante.
He received Rohan’s approval, so there was no reason for him to be afraid.
“Well… they are just vermin.”
Damos stood calmly by the window.
“After all, they are just vermin who will be trampled and crushed to death.”
It’s just a matter of ti.
Now that he thought the candidate competition would soon be over, he realized he had montarily thought wrong.
‘I am strong.’
The strongest of Dante.
‘I am…’
Eyes gleaming with determination.
“I will beco the successor of Demorus and take on the role of the leader.”
That is the reason for his existence.
“Yes, you will beco the leader.”
“We will assist you and eliminate the three major organizations.”
It was decided.
“The candidates of Rasiel. Soon, they will all be buried.”
The thod of interaction was to be determined by Dante.
And Damos…
“From the labyrinth.”
He already knew that thod.
Rasiel’s garden. Everyone who resided in Rasiel seed to have co out.
Among them, standing out uniquely, were Dante.
On the pedestal in front of the splendid fountain, there were Alman with a gentle deanor and a sharp-looking man, Rohan.
“You must have slept well last night.”
Alman’s voice echoed through the garden.
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