SWNOVELS Chapter 28 (2)
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As Ian continued his thoughts, his eyebrows twitched suddenly.
He felt a familiar wavelength.
“Maeve…?”
It wasn’t a mistake. The clash of divine energy and corrupted magic produced a sensation that sent shivers down his spine.contemporary romance
It was over. Why now?
Sensing something amiss, Ian took flight without further thought.
Flipping through the pitch-black darkness with ease.
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Ippotranslation
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Determining the location of the party wasn’t difficult.
Mid-boss, Death Knight.
With the spell circuit disabled, he was the only one capable of creating such a battle now.
His assessment was accurate.
“….”
It was only a little late.
The sound of fierce combat.
Sensing the collision of divine power and magic, Ian entered the passageway.
His steps soon slowed.
The Hall of the Knight.
Two Knights were stuck together, frozen in place.
The victor and the defeated were clear.
Maeve’s sword had pierced through the Death Knight’s armor, jutting out from his back.
The Death Knight’s sword was embedded in one of Maeve’s pauldrons.
From the sensation he felt, it seemed that the swords had connected only moments before.
Ian swallowed a sigh of relief.
After all, Maeve had won.
From the looks of it, the spell circuit had turned off, allowing her to regain access to divine energy.
‘I thought everything would go down the drain in the end….’
He thought, stepping calmly into the room.
“Ah… Ahh…”
Maeve, who had been frozen, let out a sigh.
“Ah… Aaargh-!”
Her sigh turned into a pitiful scream.
Right after, a blue divine power surged out of her entire body as if exploding. Ian froze for a moment, stunned by the sudden outburst.
Kwaah- whoosh!
The divine power that had been burning turned into a pillar of light and engulfed Maeve.
Amidst it, the body of Maeve, holding the Death Knight, floated gently.
Though it couldn’t be confirmed due to her visor, she appeared as if she had lost consciousness.
“……”
What on earth is going on?
Ian blinked and soon moved his steps to a corner of the room.
Philip and Miguel were standing there.
Unlike the dazed expression on Miguel’s face, Philip was sobbing.
Miguel noticed Ian approaching and widened his eyes.
“Brother…! We’ve been waiting!”
“What the hell happened? Why is he acting up again?”
Ian narrowed his eyes at the bewildered Philip and asked.
Philip, lost in thought, mumbled words like our poor Sir…
Miguel interjected, “Well, you see… Um.”
“Don’t beat around the bush. Tell me everything.”
Philip, sitting down with a thud, said, “Sir killed a knight.”
“Right.”
“That knight… was Sir’s younger brother.”
“What…?”
Ian’s eyes widened. Vernon was the Death Knight?
It was an identity he had never imagined.
“Anyway, we made it here. The undead retreated. The… The Lord of house Liurel gave the order. He has been waiting for her show up.”
Miguel exchanged glances with Ian, then continued.
“And you know what that guy said? He said he’s now stronger than his sister. Strong enough to kill her. He was actually waiting for her to come back. He said he wanted to kill her himself.”
“Surprising, I bet.”
“She was so surprised that she couldn’t even retort properly. When he threatened to kill us first, that’s when she finally moved. Even I wouldn’t have accepted it if I’d been drenched in blood and driven mad by darkness like him.”
Vernon might not have gone insane.
Ian thought, tasting bitterness.
True, his mind must have been tainted after becoming a high-ranking undead, but he couldn’t have been made into something entirely new.
He could only twist or amplify existing thoughts.
Of course, given time, he would probably develop a completely different personality. But it had been too short a time since Vernon had become undead.
“Anyway, that’s how the fight started. Sir was pushed back. She was shocked and her divine power was almost nonexistent. That guy, lord Liurel taunted her, like a cat playing with a mouse. He acted like a novice trying to prove his skills. And then…”
Miguel looked at Ian.
“Out of nowhere, that guy said his owner died. We learned that you had successfully killed the dark mage. And do you know what he said?”
“Don’t keep me in suspense.”
“He said the entity that was binding him disappeared, so he would go out into the world. He said he’d start by burning down this damn kingdom. He wanted to become stronger by taking the lives of everything, like the demons beyond that black wall. He wanted to create his own domain.”
The owner and the minion.
Ian smirked.
It was a futile dream.
Vernon might not be entirely sane, but he could still think. He must have thought this through.
“Anyway, that’s how he decided.”
“No. Sir didn’t give up hope until the end. She tried to convince that guy somehow, believing she could purify him.”
Miguel shrugged.
“Then suddenly, everything went dark around us. Divine power surged from Sir’s body. She looked just as bewildered as the rest of us. The Goddess of Condemnation was evidently quite angry. She had every right to be. After all, the disciple she cared for suddenly disappeared and then came back.”
“Right….”
Ian’s brow narrowed.
Vernon was the culprit behind that.
He would have polluted his mind to some extent when he was revived as a high-ranking undead. But he couldn’t have made him think things that were completely non-existent. He could only distort or magnify what was there.
Of course, given enough time, he would have turned into a completely different person.
But the time Vernon had been undead was too short.
“Anyway, that’s how he turned out, and you came.”
“…I see.”
Ian clicked his tongue briefly.
He either wanted the crazy killer to be Maeve’s own doing, or he wanted to kill Vernon himself.
This world had been fun when he thought it was just a game, but he couldn’t enjoy it even after it became a reality.
He just thought it was a damn world.
Just then.
Fwoosh…
The pillar of light finally subsided.
Maeve’s body fell softly.
The corpse of the Death Knight, Vernon, was the same. Their bodies were tinged with a faint divine power.
Maeve, with her head against his chest, lifted her head. Her hand brushed over Vernon’s crushed helmet.
Clank. The visor fell off, revealing Vernon’s face.
The mutated skull, with bones exposed on one side, the characteristic deformity of an undead.
But Maeve caressed his face tenderly.
A heavy silence filled the air. Maeve’s voice flowed from beyond her visor.
“Your task is complete, Ian. I thank you. Without you, I wouldn’t have made it this far.”
Contrary to expectations, her voice was calm.
“But I don’t think we can continue together from here on. I intend to proceed alone.”
“What do you mean?”
Ian, standing still, asked.
After a moment of silence, Maeve spoke again.
“My brother was killed by the traitors. Not only that, he was forced into resurrection by them. Because of that, his soul fell into corruption… and in the end, he couldn’t even be saved.”
She looked at Vernon’s body.
“I begged the goddess. I pleaded for her to save my brother’s soul. But she didn’t answer. Of course, she wouldn’t. The goddess is the judge of sins, not a savior.”
A vague divine power began to emanate from her whole body.
“But if I seek vengeance, she will surely respond.”
“…”
Ian’s eyes turned dark as he listened to Maeve’s monologue.
“And I can’t forgive the ones who made my brother like this. Not just them, but also their servants.”
“So you mean…?”
Only now did Ian open his mouth.
Maeve continued, her voice unwavering.
“I will exterminate all the kingdom’s corrupt, all the servants. I will kill them with my own hands.”
The Avenger glanced at Ian.
“I will do it just like I did to Vernon. Until not a single one remains.”
“…”
Ian, who was turned into a Revenger, looked back at her.
“That’s how it has to be.”
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