Chapter 453: The Ray Rakiador’s Name

There was a solemn tent set up in the center of the Bolvat army’s main camp, and it didn’t belong to the Magic General Mastigius.

This tent belonged to the magical devilish being named Rabel. Inside the tent were a variety of clothes and furniture that were normally used when kings and nobles alike went into battle. None of this was what Rabel wanted. They had been prepared by poisonous Junelva and the nobles of the Bolvat Dynasty who had quickly succumbed to the demonic powers.

The glittering furniture was lined up, shining brightly.

However, Rabel had no interest in appreciating expensive things or precious metals. Could we say that she had no interest in valuables created by human culture?

But ironically, the furniture, which was almost untouched, and Rabel, blended together in a frightening way. She herself was like an exquisitely crafted doll.

Rabel’s beautiful amber eyes barely moved as she recalled the words she had heard earlier.

They said that the Jewel Bar Agathos was coming to kill her.

She didn’t know what intention the Bolvat army had in telling her this. Perhaps, there was no significant meaning behind it, or perhaps they wanted the magical devilish beings to eat each other. Or perhaps it was something completely different.

But Rabel didn’t care about such things. She had no interest in what humans were thinking, as there was only one thing that remained deep in her thoughts.

Lying on her fine bedding, Rabel cleared her throat and spread her arms out wide.

…A bright, cheery laughter echoed, like a bell of joy.

Rabel didn’t know how to release the great emotions that had arisen within her. So those emotions turned into laughter and were released to the outside world without hesitation. It seemed like a mockery, but Rabel’s expression was still cheerful and unwavering.

「Jewel Bar Agathos…was she a survivor of the Divine Order War? I can see that she’s still living in shame. 」

The smile on her cheeks was cynical, but somehow nostalgic. Even if she was a hated enemy, it felt like nostalgia in this era where almost everyone who knew her had died.

Rabel had survived, leaving everything from her own time behind. Agathos was like a baby when compared to the years she had lived. Nostalgia won over hostility.

Rabel spoke as if muttering to herself, yes, as if to convey the message to Agathos, who must be somewhere near Garoua Maria.

「You once called me a birth failure, and that I deserved death. Very well, Agathos. Your fate is now in my hands. I will destroy you immediately. 」

It also suited Vrilligant’s will, Rabel’s master.

The showdown between magical devilish beings in the Demon War had been decided.

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The second day of the Demon War, the Battle of Garoua Maria.

Just like the first day, the Bolvat army’s offensive stance began as the sunrise drove away the night. What was different from the first day was the army that was leading the main attack.

In front of the main gate, the vanguard unit of the army led by Mastigius had weakened its momentum compared to the first day, and instead the attack came from the rear…in other words, the second army led by vice-commander Eileen Ray Rakiador started the battle with fierce force, as if it were the first to take the lead.

Eileen’s main force was not made up of armored soldiers, but magical beast soldiers. Many of them were beings that Eileen herself breathed life into.

If the essence of La Volgograd Family was falsification, then the essence of the Ray Rakiador Family was infection.

That infection infiltrated the brains of beasts with magic, giving birth to a variety of magical beast soldiers that could withstand war. It was a technique to create soldiers intoxicated with magic and make them lose their minds on the battlefield.

Unlike La Volgograd Family, who were obsessed with falsifying magic, the Ray Rakiador Family specialized in the unnatural connection through magic.

In fact, that Family was probably the only one that could use infectious magic on a large scale that even covered the entire battlefield. This was the essence of magic. Eileen believed it was the path to the divine realm.

And so, the place where infectious magic was most effective was, needless to say, the battlefield.

「In the name of Ray Rakiador, I will claim this battle as my domain. Fight to your heart’s content, warriors! Show your true bravery! 」

The magical beast soldiers affected with infectious magic rushed to the walls of Garoua Maria as if to comply with her will. There was no sanity in their eyes. They only had the will to attack and take down those walls.

Although the soldiers weren’t as pure as demonic beasts, they were becoming more aggressive than ever. They were what they called berserkers. They continued their fighting without regard for their own sacrifices.

They were perfect for fierce siege battles. They continued to advance even when they were doused with hot oil, hit with boulders, or shot with arrows.

Eileen looked at them with satisfaction and continued chanting her magic. The words flowed smoothly from her lips, and magic covered the surrounding area.

「…I command you. Sanity to madness, and madness to sanity. Die, be born, and become a monster with a hundred arms and fifty heads. 」

A slight pain ran through her eyebrows. Even for Eileen, covering an entire battlefield with a magical domain wouldn’t last long.

Still, she refused to back down. Even Eileen had her own reasons for not backing down. Biting her lips, she continued to speak, forcing herself to stay sane.

To be honest, Eileen saw this war unleashed by the demons as a rare opportunity.

It was true that her nation was in danger, and that the demons had them strangled. But it was precisely in this desperate situation that there was meaning to achieving success.

Something poisonous was swirling in Eileen’s heart. It was so hot that she couldn’t avoid it.

The Volgograd and Rakiador families were among the five great families of the Bolvat Dynasty. There was no doubt that they were equally powerful families, each with their own title.

However, there was an insurmountable gap between Volgograd, who was the leader and given the title of the one who performed magic, and Rakiador, who was only second or lower.

Not even Eileen’s father, nor grandfather, nor even their predecessors, had ever surpassed Volgograd. Yes, Volgograd had always been at the pinnacle of magic since the founding of the Bolvat Dynasty.

…You are a work of art that everyone is looking up to. You’re great, Eileen. You will be the one to overthrow Volgograd.

Even now, Eileen could remember the curse given to her by her parents. It was not a lullaby or a fairy tale, but a curse that she was raised to utter.

To live up to those expectations, Eileen continued to refine her own magic, so that she would not be defeated by anyone. She swore that she would make Rakiador the leader family of the Bolvat Dynasty. She even had to forsake reason and common sense at times.

It was by no means an easy path. Even now, Eileen was not the number one in the Bolvat Dynasty.

Mastigius La Volgograd. A hero who stood out among the successive Sorcerer Generals. That wall was just too high. Eileen thought that the only way to reach the still unreachable wall was on the battlefield where she could stand out the most.

On this battlefield, she must prove herself by surpassing Mastigius. And with that, she’d become the true leader of the Bolvat Dynasty. For sure.

In that respect, Eileen was undoubtedly desperate.

It could not be the right thing to do in the Age of Death Snow where evil forces roam free. Perhaps, there was another path to walk.

But Eileen could no longer change her path. She could no longer deny her past self. With a hot breath, Eileen stared fixedly at the great wall.

The enemy soldiers were using spears and bows to defend against them, but it was by no means perfect. There were cracks here and there that created a good opportunity.

Eileen could kill them. She could take them. With the current scale, it was definitely possible for those enemy soldiers to fall. Eileen was convinced.

…Common soldiers like you are no match for me. Die for me, for Ray Rakiador.

A corner of Bolvat’s magic sunk its fangs into Garoua Maria, ready to devour the city.

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